Robert Ronnow
                             Long As You're Living



Passion Is Its Own Predicament


          --ending with a line by Wallace Stevens

5 a.m. Souls ascend
from earth's vale
of fears. Others wait
don't give up yet.
Nothing I can do about that.

Not is my name known
but am I a good man.
That goes for John, too
a man of faith
who wants what God wants.

What about hate
in the streets. What do white
people want?
I see no need
to pull down statues of General Lee

instead put him side by side
and head to head
with Martin Luther King,
Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi.
Also kids who cops shot dead.

Meanwhile on the macro
economic and political scale
leviathans (peoples, nations)
drift toward perpetual
armageddon or peaceful solutions.

We don't know which
and John will be gone
before it matters
except to his children
and, of course, ours.

What I have done
to change man's trajectory
for better or worse remains
unknown. Every action
meets an equal and impassable mountain.

Passion
is its own predicament.
Cast a cold eye and guess.
The clouds go, nevertheless,
in their own direction.


Copyright 2017 by Robert Ronnow.