We have such little time to work with,
and so much work to do,
you would think we would be more careful,
of how thin is the line,
and how fine is the balance,
between having it made,
and having nothing at all—
of how easily generations have been lost
to the whims of mad leaders,
or nature’s sudden betrayal,
and how long the recovery.
The children of Troy’s heyday,
did not watch their grandchildren
eat peeled grapes from satin pillows.
And the children of Pompey and Hiroshima
had no grandchildren.
We cannot be flip and casual
about our place in this world,
and have no reason to presume
that life will flow deeply and undisturbed
toward goals we admire.
Disruption is the rule.
The odds favor chaos and turmoil,
and Viking ships sailing into the harbor,
or the U.S. Calvary riding over the hill.