A new poem, or: Serious Kristin is Serious
Last night I was riding my bicycle along Eastern Avenue and thinking, “All of this was under water/was a beach not that long ago.” Also, I had just received a (very nicely phrased) rejection email, and was feeling existential. So…
All along the avenue the houses squat
beautified only by love and spring sun
and a certain charm lent by a blue spring sky:
houses built where the waters used to lie.
And when they’re gone, we’ll all say “Pity,
Everything changes so quickly these days,”
forgetting the waves that once stretched along
a beach forever and so recently gone.
State follows state – impermanent,
each erasing the forever that came before.
And we fools build houses, dreams, to the sky
on earth where the waters used to lie.