prepare for your future

Listen—this is a faint station
left alive in the vast universe.
I was left here to tell you a message
designed for your instruction or comfort,
but now that my world is gone I crave
expression pure as all the space
around me: I want to tell what is. …

— William Stafford, TUNED IN LATE ONE NIGHT, first stanza

DON’T BE GREEDY, March 2020, Oakland

We were told to get extra, but not hoard.
All professional sports, including NASCAR,
and all mass entertainment cancelled.
Church and work shifts to virtual platforms.

Even the Pro Football Hall of Fame
shuts down for “at least two weeks.”
Tourists won’t hear the bronze busts
speak in stiff-lipped whispers.

Witness begins to require recalibration.

An Italian doctor corrected the British talk show host –
bomb metaphors are inadequate for this pandemic.
A bomb implies “one moment in time and space.”
The doctor begged viewers to grasp spacetime physics
as Florida’s spring break beaches swell.

I scrolled and
scrolled
and
scrolled
for good news

(time passed)

Freeway traffic flows in east/west lanes
like ants on a crumb score.
I’m waking up later each day,
blending home and work
into a double-stitched seam.

It is the first day of spring.
I beg you to prepare for the future you want.

Yet nothing has really happened
yet.

Place has even more significance
than we can consciously hold
now cracking open at its weakest points –
where we are isolated and approximate distance.

News moves relative to a wide margin of incompetence
and displays itself as curved lines.

I bless the bus drivers keeping their ghost routes.
New leaves spread wider each passing day.
I am hyperaware of my phantom wants:
a balcony and family. A dopamine loop fueled
by anticipation. The future now a fermata.

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