Time OutI have chosen to sit on my porch this morning,
Reading, not the news, but the rise of the sun,
The sway of the leaves in the breeze. I hear
Bird calls, not voices. I see people walking
Their dogs, and I wonder about this tranquility.
Can it persist? How far does it range? What
I read indicates that, in much of the world,
Violence is constant, cruelty crushes the spirits
Of millions, billions perhaps, and people don't
Eat. They have nowhere to live. Which is real?
For the moment, tranquility is, and I plan to
Sustain it. I stay on the porch, pledging, one
Day, to rejoin the fray.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-05-12 at 13:59
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