Afterwards, we became pilgrims
our feet following half-forgotten paths,
our feet grinding sand mud tarmac pavement –
a pilgrimage without a destination –
and, as pilgrims do, we shed possessions,
left behind all those empty things,
stepped out of our concrete boxes
and touched the earth
stepped out of our metal boxes
and nourished flesh
as pilgrims do
so that our world shrank and grew
breathing more freely with each step.
Afterwards, we became pilgrims,
palms open to the sky,
sailing to new worlds,
walking down those old paths,
forging new ways,
changing the world as we went.
This is for Brendan at Earthweal, who asks “What happens next?”. It feels like the world’s in a bad way. Corona virus brought so much fear and pain, and death, but also a chance to step back and live a little differently. The US is on fire. Governments put the economy before people. Democracy is in a bad place. I have no idea what will happen next, but I hope it’s better than this.
If you like this, and if you care about this stuff, then check out Earthweal. There are some interesting poets there, writing very interesting stuff.