You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk through the front lawn, pretending
To be weeding. You ought to know
I am never weeding, on my knees, pulling
clumps of clover from flower beds: in fact
I am looking for courage, for some evidence
my life will change, though
it takes forever, checking
each clump for the symbolic
leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already
the leaves turning, always the sick trees
going first, the dying turning
brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform
their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?
As empty now as at the first note.
Or was the point always
to continue without a sign.
~ Louise Gluck
I assure my readers I am not clawing at clumps of clover with my bare hands,not yet anyway, but sometimes what you hear from life around you and in the news, makes you wish you could change things.
This probably hits the nail on the head more than most
editorials would >>>
And this both in my city and elsewhere >>>