November 14, 2015 at 07:18 am
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This Summer, As Ever
This summer, as ever, there's much to do.
But only one or two things I want to do.
I told Alan that, like him, I'm never bored.
But today, like a teenager, I'm both tired and bored.
The long expanse of summer stretches forward. Alan plans
the next 2 years in advance, always moving forward. I can't plan
the next 2 hours, sitting on my arse, undecided whether
to clean the house, make a list of prospective donors, or check the 5-day weather
forecast. Fires out west, hurricanes south, drought here
in the east where the garden phlox withers and the corn's stunted. We hear
prophecies of armageddon, doom, but humans may go on another thousand, million or
undaunted. What is that to you. A day alone in your room and a year
are inexplicable. Now and then a vacation, baseball game, night of love.
A divorce, a death, a drouth. To survive and prosper we must love
all of it, insect infestations and world wars, cloud curlicues and square dances, work
and weekends off. Knowing the unknowable = never knowing how the world works.
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