28 November 2024

This poem wants to disturb your peace.

 

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This poem wants to disturb your peace.
Look around.  Like me you might not
see refugees or other home-
less people. Like me, you may feed
and house only your own little
family.  Like me, you may feel
happy to be privileged with
safety and permanency—you
may not know how fragile these are.
But it’s vital to know, vital
to rehearse the moment you will
lose everything.  So you have things
in place—a plan to meet your tribe,
a pack of supplies and tools like
screwdrivers, can openers, life
savers, safety pins, a change of
underwear, a blanket.  What else
is essential?  Photos?  Paintings,
pets and pet food, plants?  Pots and plates?
I will head north, where water is
plentiful and people friendly.
With my walker for balance, I
will look for smooth surfaces to
travel on, benches, cooked food, and
clean water, public bathrooms, and
toilet paper. I will look for
people who, staying home, will help
me on my way.  Me and others.
I picture a crowd, a stream of
walkers doing our best to stay
cheerful and energetic no
matter how little sleep, soap, soup,
and sweetness we discover. No
matter how welcoming or
hostile the borders are to us.


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© 2024 Susan L. Chast

 

2 comments:

  1. no / matter how little sleep, soap, soup, / and sweetness we discover... the terrible situation of refugees crossing borders for survival...such a relevant and timely poem in a world where more and more people are being displaced by conflict and climate change... may they discover welcoming borders and sweetness everywhere, no matter where they come from or who they are. Sigh.

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  2. Wow, Susan, I often contemplate how I am one missed pension cheque from homelessness - or two wrecked knees disqualifying me for my seniors' housing. In Canada, homelessness is a huge problem as rents have gone through the roof, and addictions are rampant. This poem puts the reader in just that situation. It can happen anywhere, at any time. I admire the positive tone of the narrator in the scariest of situations. What a world we have made.

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