two nights ago, at that bar in town,
there were sitting
a nuclear physicist, a diplomat, a journalist,
a digital scout, an economist, and an educator,
talking about today’s wrongs and tomorrow’s ways
of making rights matter.
(perhaps it was telling
that there were more women than men representing
these professions, but much more importantly,)
it was their shared past and passion
that will tell
if privilege is an illness someone always suffers in the presence of
or luck to be leveraged.
in any case, when the night was over,
they returned to work to partake
in the ways this planet turns
and see which screws need turning
to make the exception — which our bustling situation of relation presents —
function in the face of the loneliness
that all outer space seems to consists of.