#feelinghelpless
Sometimes I wonder
if I am the father of Leibowitz.
If my son is destined,
to be the last.
A mistaken saint,
before a thousand years
of relearning lessons from
the past.
Sometimes I wonder
if there was anything I
might have done to prevent,
the Flame Deluge.
Maybe becoming a true saint,
by loving more and caring for
the feeble Pope’s children
next door?
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
Like a toothpick on a mammoth river,
I have no say in where I’ll go.
I think I know where I’ll end up.
A tiny sliver on a massive torrent-
I will not sink, though I may tangle
With another floating twig
And find me carried in its direction
Whether that be to the salty ocean
Or washed up on a riverbank.
I’ll fetch up where the current puts me-
There’s no arguing with life
Or the mighty Columbia River.
ljm
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC