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Call the Question

Call the Question

(probably poem-prose)

 

I’d like the Earth

To like us

I’d like to like us, too

Too much is hard

Around the world

Nature’s parts

The parts we’ve made

And otherwise have taken

 

I’m still dealing with

Burnt bread

The smell

I didn’t know the microwave

Could burn bread so well

The toaster, yes

Live and learn

 

That was a mistake

There are things more attributable

To will

Now I’m asking all of us

To think what we have done

And, more importantly, what we

Now might do

 

Family is trite to say of Earth

Or even us

But community is

Acceptable

The recluse doesn’t

Own the planet

Nor does the self-styled magnate

The deserts are inhabited

Like the city

Different sorts of crowded beings

Finding home

And feeling it

 

And if we own, then we

Must own,

Which means accountability

We all have a part in

That who can, who is able

 

How many pebbles, how many

Ponds and circles overlapping

We could make of

Family—I mean, community

Through the smallest things

Each of us might do

 

Examples?

A pandemic,

Who wears a mask?

Who made it?

I have two masks, both made

By friends

Found out my sister and my nephew

Have been making them

And sending them around

Even ones with designer features

For my niece in Colorado

(they’re in North Carolina

I’m in Pennsylvania)

Easy example, anymore

Factories turned ‘round to retool

Templates, provide resources,

Make more

So that front-liners might

Breathe more easily and think about

The great,

Too often grisly

Work, instead

 

I can’t sew

But I can cheer them on

Who can

Maybe that will be job,

Cheerleader

And your job is making sandwiches

Or raising money

Or finding stories,

Seeing that they’re shared

Tired of hearing about the disease?

Well, we’re living it

Too bad

And, sorry, not much of a question

No news there

Except to say (and it’s not news

or shouldn’t be) that

Breaks are good

 

We can have other things,

Of course, and should

Games and walks and making something

Bright

To break the tedium

Or because a lark

Is fine from time to time

as larks are fine to hear

The community needs them all

 

But being drunk

Or otherwise practicing addiction

Goes down hard

Don’t think of it

There is no excuse

In a viral time

(or any)

Or for hoarding, by the way

Aren’t you sick of it?

 

Well, hypocrisy is hard as well

I must admit

I have a couple of rolls

Put by

But not a wall-full

Wait, I always have a couple

Of rolls put by

Well, I am a mask

For something else, I’m sure

I’m sure

 

So where are we?

We’re on Earth

Together, and if together

Has a name, it can be outside

Or humanity

And there are things we need

We can make

And do them

There are patterns that many places

In the Earth (and us)

Can teach

We can learn

We have the chance

If only we can share around

The means

 

We can make

We can mend

How about it?

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Mike Swigunski on Unsplash

Reykjavík, Iceland

Northern Lights outside of Reykjavik.

 

Masks

Masks

 

We talk a lot about that here

Which is good, I think—it must

Be an important theme

 

I’m not sure why I was talking

Yesterday with my brother

About Guy Fawkes

 

It’s a strange holiday from my

American look—you know,

“Remember the fifth of

November and such”—but

 

Then, I have “the eighteenth

Of April, in Seventy-five;/

Hardly a man is now alive”

(hardly)

 

Remembering, as we should,

That Revere had help from

Other riders, a man and a

Young woman

 

There—I’ve forgotten about

Masks, like the one on Guy

Fawkes (used in V is for

Vendetta), a definition of

Wry, sardonic looks broadcast

Throughout the realm

 

Carnivals (pick a nation) wear

Masks, as do some super-

Heroes and, well, bank

Robbers, too

 

Celebration (okay, maybe

Criminality), impression,

Second plastic skin, the

Need to turn away

 

But I think we mean the

Masks that hide our feelings,

Even our deeper thoughts—

 

Things that need concealment

And from which we fear

Exposure

 

Do you know who I am? a

Twenty-first century search

 

Finds sad response: a number

Of YouTubes (Do you know

Who I am? I’m entitled to

Road rage),

 

Well-known persons in the

Mind, at least, who have

Declared this in a gross

Way—and a book for women

 

(And, who knows, the book

Might be good)

 

But for the earnest question,

We don’t perceive the block,

Which is, we cannot ask

The question:

 

Masks inhibit the seeing of

Another and the hearing of

Oneself

 

It’s really a question that

Has beauty; now it needs

Strength

 

To ask and, on the way, taking

Down—relenting—of our

Masks, souls in disguise

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