writing poetry about politics so explicitly doesn’t
feel very sexy – any time, but especially in this day and age.
so let’s make this a quick one:
something I have noticed more and more
in this country of exponentiated efficiency,
objective argumentation and
philosophical reasoning is that
our reality is a reliable, secure, safe one.
the DNA of our polis is extremely resilient and
that’s has often been a good thing
but in these times of complexity and change and pace
and perhaps even loss of power for the patriarchy,
let’s take this like a lady dressed in lion’s fur:
ready for a speech on the podium, decisions at the table,
strategic indulgences over news and maps,
meet-and-greets in the streets, a drink at the bar,
train sightings and bike efforts,
clear words, crisp questions and sincere listenings,
a view of the kids, a humorous manner,
a stroll on the promenade, a paparazzi dance,
and one-on-ones, quietly, in the back.
we could take this agile, fair, strong and
and with the perhaps overly dramatic but
truly passionate message in the manège that, yet again,
everything is at stake.