Good Things

Good things happen
to the world, to the natural
world at least — the sense
of waiting breath held against
a projected imminence of apocalypse,
for example; imagine how this planet
is holding its breath
waiting for a collapse that may
yet come, but underneath
it is still barely breathing, taking in
enough air and sensation
to get by.

Soldiers, some torn
by the presence of death and others
invigorated by it, stand
by or stand down — and meanwhile
people barely breathing — all
people, everywhere;
we are one with the soldiers
and they are with us.

All good things come to those waiting
whether it be a fine living,
a caretaking of others, or something else.

The dragon sleeps. The griffin
stirs, but sleeps. Lions sleep
but stir and germs swarm unceasingly;
as for the people, armed and not armed
simply wait, barely breathing, for this long night
to come awake, die for now, or transform
utterly into another kind of life.

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onward,
T
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(NB — I will get back to something more radio-friendly soon, I promise…)