And somehow I wonder how we
ever managed to live before we knew
adenosine and scapula and macrophage
and watched with curious invasions the
mitoses of a million unknown brethren and then
further – as in all things, all thrills, all deep hungers, never
satisfied with the joy already in front of us – as we began with
feverish indignation, with righteous entitlement, to uncode, unfold,
unravel the very letters and words of our
deepest identities –
and yet somehow we
did live. We ate, breathed, slept, and made
love to our wives, who carried for us hundreds and thousands of
children, new lives always springing from old ones, joined to, joyed with
one another –
and all this without knowing
how it all worked, was it was all “called.” We did not need to “call” these things
at all. They came to us
in the first place.
Is anyone still there? We shall see. Regardless, I am here. Even if I am the only one. Hope everyone is well. – R.E.W.
4 thoughts on “After XIV, 2005”
Ahhh…..there you are!
I have been gone a while, but thanks for reading! Back to my routine of getting up in the mornings, so hopefully I will get some work done on this neglected thing.
Nice postscript to Berry. I expected his poem to be longer based on you reply, but when i looked it up, it was relatively compact.
It was inspirational, whatever it’s length. Thanks for reading!