29 January 2017

Vague Desires, Sharp Dreams

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If only I could stop fearing what’s next—
the fall, misstep, car crash and border war—
I’d be content watching TV dramas
at home instead of catching trolleys down
to city center protests, placard and cane
in hand with my tote bag slung behind
my back, smile and arms ready to greet
my friends.  If only I did not love them,
I’d be comfortable reading a book
and eating my dinner of green salad,
spaghetti and red wine at home instead—
and if only my friends were all alike,
I would not have to care about their rights
and futures just as much as I do mine.

But when I think of life so simplified,
I cringe.  How lonely, poor and bored I’d be
without the voice inside of me that leads
me out to work and play, ready to ward
off evil when I may.  How frightening
to think of letting go of fragile dreams
not built alone.  I’d rather fall and break
than abandon the hope confirmed in prayer.
And what joy could the world offer to me
better than ending false inequity?
Let me then dwell with fear and love and care
grateful for the complexity that’s here
rather than entertain some vague desire
to simplify life before I expire.

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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


Jae Rose said...

It is very tempting to draw the blinds and stay in our worlds - i admire that you still go out there and hope and 'fight' for better

thotpurge said...

How frightening
to think of letting go of fragile dreams
not built alone. ..thats powerful.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is so beautiful so very tender.. its what we can all relate to and grow into. Sigh.. my new favorite, Susan ❤️ Beautifully penned.

Lots of love,

Mary said...

Too many people ARE comfortable just sitting at home and eating their green salads and reading their books....WAY too many. I am glad you are not one of them, Susan. Keep catching those trolleys and going to those protests. I am glad you are one who cares about people's rights and futures. We all need to abandon those bland salads for a time!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the image of you, cane in hand, heading out to March. Way to Be! Hope,prayer and boots on the ground sounds like a good recipe for resisting injustice.

Gillena Cox said...

"How frightening
to think of letting go of fragile dreams
not built alone."

Indeed, its not just the me; but rather the us, that sews the fabric of life

much love...

C.C. said...

“Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” --Robert Kennedy

Thank you, Susan, for the ripples of hope that you continually send out into the world :-)

brudberg said...

I think it's time to act, and just maybe that's where real comfort can be found. After all when at home you are alone.

Julian said...

I liked this piece, Susan, especially the following lines
Let me then dwell with fear and love and care
grateful for the complexity that’s here
rather than entertain some vague desire
to simplify life before I expire.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Living has never being a simple thing. Life is much too complex to be happy with that. So, yes, we all must step out of ease... These days, inaction is death... and not just for our own soul.

R.K. Garon said...

Spaghetti and red wine sounds good to me, but, I agree. We always have to get up off our knees and embrace our neighbors... our community which encompasses a nation and the world with understanding, acceptance, and love. Injustice threatens all. Sometimes through action as a silent vigil to walking with signs made of cardboard we are action in prayer and at peace as we kneel again.
Geesh! See what you did? :)

Old Egg said...

When do we say "That's enough! I've marched, I've protested, I have been booed and thrown out of meetings and contributed to causes that never won because I believed I was doing the right thing?"
Perhaps one day we will admit that others must wave the flag, raise the banner, give financial support while we sit back and say. I have done my bit and it is now up to you; but just don't stop dreaming.

Myrna R. said...

Yes. We have to leave our comfort zones to make Love known. Keep marching Susan. I join you.

Martin Kloess said...

Great reflection in verse. Thank you for providing this insight/reminder. Well worded.

soulsmusic said...

Be aware that you carry more than you think it that knapsack. You also carry the energy of those of us who can not march. We pray for you in turn, and wish you Godspeed,



Wendy Bourke said...

I loved the form here. I don't recall coming across anything quite like it before - which I find rather astonishing, since the sentences beginning mid line, work so well in this reflective/declarative type of piece. I echo my co-commenter's support of your activism, in solidarity!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

The one benefit of tyranny – it inspires good poetry.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Life is what it is, and don't we love it?