BOOMER LIFE
The long dusty yesterday.
Sand and boulders,
time imprinted,
lifted, looked under.
Crushed.
Snow on the mountain.
Melt.
Avalanches expose footprints
buried in long wet tunnels
ending where the hot new day begins
at the opening to
the long dusty yesterday.
© M Durfee
7/13/2020
Trudging on from birth, through the Cold War where we were taught to expect nuclear annihilation. Whistling past so many, too many, assassinations. Deciding which side of impermanent lines we "had to" choose. Wars that never ended, be they fought in foreign lands or boardrooms. Oh those former hippies who expanded free market capitalism for Reagan; while everyone else tried to train for a middle class that was not expanding.
Today becomes the right time to look back and see that we end up where we started, only older, fatter, and still trying.
The long dusty yesterday.
Sand and boulders,
time imprinted,
lifted, looked under.
Crushed.
Snow on the mountain.
Melt.
Avalanches expose footprints
buried in long wet tunnels
ending where the hot new day begins
at the opening to
the long dusty yesterday.
© M Durfee
7/13/2020
Trudging on from birth, through the Cold War where we were taught to expect nuclear annihilation. Whistling past so many, too many, assassinations. Deciding which side of impermanent lines we "had to" choose. Wars that never ended, be they fought in foreign lands or boardrooms. Oh those former hippies who expanded free market capitalism for Reagan; while everyone else tried to train for a middle class that was not expanding.
Today becomes the right time to look back and see that we end up where we started, only older, fatter, and still trying.
We walk out of yesterday into today with much difficulty and confusion.
ReplyDeleteThe journey grows ever stranger, my friend. Well captured here, that sense of both inclusion and isolation our generation has been enveloped in. The mirror image reversal is very effective.
ReplyDeleteI'm okay so far so guuud, what about u, boomer friend Mark? … Have been done with reaching out to other humans for a "while" now … and find that's a guuud thing. Peace and love, cat.
ReplyDeleteI get it--thanks for putting our journey into words.
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Maybe you could throw us a bone, Mark?
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