10 January 2025
curved ball
errant we were
down winding paths
the earth turned, so smooth
we didn’t notice, didn’t think of it
how simple the map
between the world’s complexity
yet still we munch icebergs
gently elevate the surface of the ocean
in parallel with the obscenity
of the oligarchs
it being the nature of avarice
to rise, conflated with the ocean of desire
how we wish
for a different flight path, a different
voyage in plain sight
it sucks to see a simple solution
neglected by the sum of us
the answer being in our heads
not in our hands, they awkwardly
touch things that can’t be otherwise
speak three words each day
what they are, I’ll leave to you
I hope you listen
to what you say