This is not a religious thing to me, but it is pretty miraculous when you think about it, it is amazing to think that from the right perspective we might appear as one. Imagine the tremendous flood of feeling that the astronauts must have felt when they first saw our little spinning planet from outer space. There were no wars, no countries, and no awful destructive weapons, only a beautiful blue and green ball covered in beautifully soft swirling swaths of clouds. One ball, one people. But I suppose that’s an illusion the closer you get, the more you look. Because the reality is we are very much at war with one another all over the planet over everything under the sun, land, water, food, shelter, you name it. We are full of hatred for all kinds of things that continue to divide us, education, environment, gender, politics and class systems, garbage and more garbage, money, poverty, even entertainment. Jesus, it’s a regular Pandora’s box full of nonsense and stuff, always more stuff, more stuff than we need to ever be happy, although happiness is not something you can buy, even though the market managers of the world would beg to differ I am sure. They put a price on everything.
That’s why I am a poet. I want a world with poetry in it, so I’m planting some wherever I go in the hopes that it will take root and grow, even if I don’t get to eat any of it with you in the end. This belief that poetry can save the world comes from some place I’ve always had inside me since I was a kid. It just seems right to me. For want of a better word, it feels right, more right than anything else I know, and I know it’s not the same for everybody. Some have no feeling for poetry whatsoever or so they tell me, but I think that’s just fear and misunderstanding of the song that beats in every heart regardless of time or place. If we can open up the mystery of this wondrous speaking gift it might allow us to understand each other in spite of our differences, whatever and wherever they might be. It can also be a kind of friendship from another day, another time, one that extends itself to us in the eternal now, as a refuge, an oasis, as a welcoming town full of good and interesting people. Here’s hoping.