Something Big
Aug 14 2022
Living through history
rarely feels like it.
Because the day-to-day
is already too much.
And because most things happen slowly enough
we adjust
and normalize.
Or the other way around;
when the current event
seems monumental
generational
changes everything;
the halcyon before
the Hobbesian after.
Forgetting
that we always forget
or get it wrong.
That attention wanes
and once again
the present will fill our field of vision
when the new day dawns.
Still, I feel we're on the cusp
of something big.
Too much, all at once, has changed,
and not for the best.
But then, I'm old,
and the good old days
may only seem that way,
air-brushed
by memory's golden glow,
prejudiced
by the usual impatience
the departing generation
has for the next.
So if a future historian is reading this
she may be smiling indulgently
at my unfounded fears.
Either that, or nodding her head
in the world that came after,
biting her lip
and holding back the tears.
Wishing she were here
in the good old days;
the before
she's too young to have lived.
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