A Wonderful Future Beckoned and Winked
(After The Bell Jar)
The endless figs were mocking me,
The way they said buckle in.
Here it comes. We’re looking,
we’re all looking, to the idle future
and then here it is in front of us.
The year is a glowing bulb until
it’s december again and all the figs
are gone. Then we are jaded things made
to believe we can do better and yet
The world is a dark place. I know
a half-blind singer who has made his own
language, he calls it Hopelandic.
Picking figs is pulling teeth.
Each falling, forever falling, I have seen
the way a person can sit in the center
Of their life and grin. It doesn’t have to be
absolute or bliss. You just have to be there for it.
My life, a ripe fig wilting quickly.
Everything is here and I cannot
Tell which I will pick. The way they said
we’ve arrivedand alsothere is no backwards.