A long life.
This week’s poem is by Fatima Asghar. I chose it because I appreciate the way it captures the way that some of us respond to anxiety about the world ending by getting really present; the way it is hopeful without dismissing the painful reality that we are ripping each other and the earth apart.
What gives you hope when the earth feels doomed?
I Don’t Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We’ve Done to the Earth
so I count my hopes: the bumblebees
are making a comeback, one snug tight
in a purple flower I passed to get to you;
your favorite color is purple but Prince’s
was orange & we both find this hard to believe;
today the park is green, we take grass for granted
the leaves chuckle around us; behind
your head a butterfly rests on a tree; it’s been
there our whole conversation; by my old apartment
was a butterfly sanctuary where I would read
& two little girls would sit next to me; you caught
a butterfly once but didn’t know what to feed it
so you trapped it in a jar & gave it to a girl
you liked. I asked if it died. you say you like
to think it lived a long life. yes, it lived a long life.
it lived a long life.