FATHER AND DAUGHTER
Monday, January 5, 2004
Did they have to
Give up everything
Only to discover they were wrong
And have to give up everything again?
The witchhazel’s tentacles feeling for sun
Around found snow and sleet and freezing rain.
Comrade, what did you hope for?
Sister, what did you seek?
Why was a decade required
For revising the true and the good?
One moment made a solstice,
One moment made a new year.
Turned into the forties.
Slid into the sixties.
Was entering the convent,
Was joining the communist party,
Forsaking the lane of self,
Taking the road more communal, less common,
Choosing the community
Less usual, more extreme, most on the edge,
Turning the back on the meaner mean,
Going all the way in one direction?
Myriads of routes mislead.
No single path forever proves correct.
If the red star has been reached
And the blue heaven has been transcended
Can the giver of self
Cry for, fly for, fight for
The gorge, the forest, the meadow, the mountain,
The cosmos, the common, the good, the common good,
Or must there in the end be only
The last loss, the next question?