liminality
how can two months ago
feel like history?
what was is long gone
what’s next is not yet here
our country is falling apart
like a poorly built rocket
we are left to wait
and hurt and not know
what comes next
but something’s coming
the way things are
is not sustainable
arrogance and power
are no match for
the cosmic imagination
of human possibility
here in the in-between
the breaking open
our institutions fail
and we are still here
making our home
in the middle of it all
grief hurt anger pain
hope heartbreak love
life is improvisation
we are made for this
this passing phase
may last our lifetimes
but we are not
the whole story
living on the cusp isn’t
for the faint of heart
ask the ancestors
who walked before us
and then sing with me
under our sister stars
who have out shone
every petty tyrant
I’ll say it again
we are made for this
Peace,
Milton
I’m in a group reading Kaitlin Curtice’s Living Resistance. Our chapter his week is on Liminality. This poem sums it up and expresses it so beautifully. I hope it’s OK if I share it with my group. Thank you!
Of course!
We are made for this! Thank you Milton, I desperately needed this reminder.
Oof. You said so much I needed to hear today Milton. Thank you for your poetry which brings light and hope to all who read it.