I’m infused with the day
even tho the day may destroy me.
—John Wieners
I’ve watched the news, and
like every week’s lately it’s
big news, nerve-wracking
news; stuff happens in one
singular day that could be
all of the headlines for a
month. And sure, today’s
news, while big, or its big
gest news, as news relates
to me, as my interest in the
news, news junky that I am,
exists, found me breathing
easier, the accumulated
burden that I’ve been
carrying (I’m not alone,
with regard to this one
thing, there are millions of
us carrying this weight) is
feeling lighter, a palpable
vertically-rejuvenated gait
combines with whatever
swagger I premeditate
and then perform, has me
feeling perhaps ten years
younger. And, oh, ten
years ago. If I stop what
I’m doing just to hark back
for a moment, I can
begin to understand that
massive portion of the
population that seems
ever-bent, necks twisted,
looking backwards, lost
in the fog of nostalgia.
Lost in a fog is my own
odd state, given my bent
to spend so much time
glaring at the past and
examining my present.
But I don’t do this to
lose myself in the glory
days of youth. I think
of it more as a scientific
approach toward what’s
to come, the future. It’s
limited (meaning in duration,
not edition), and elsewise
nothing but a dry run. I’d
like to make the best of it.
To make it my best. It
hasn’t always worked out,
but I shudder to imagine
who I’d be if this hadn’t
been the way I have
twisted all these years.
When driving, one cannot
spend a lot of time
looking backwards
is just my experience.
Right ahead happens to
spend a lot of time
looking backwards
is just my experience.
Right ahead happens to
be my primary line of focus.
Nothing against anyone
else’s reality, really.
Meanwhile, I do hope
that you have enjoyed
these freshly-minted lines
about little old me.
else’s reality, really.
Meanwhile, I do hope
that you have enjoyed
these freshly-minted lines
about little old me.
