As It Is Today

AS IT IS TODAY

I could speak of the cosmos,

The destinations of God.

But that thing is broken

And that one not running well.

The wallet on my dresser

Is like a brown and fat Thanksgiving bird,

Stuffed full with crumbs of plastic

And varied business cards,

With very little nourishment

For the bellies of our lives.

What we can call empty calories

In the parlance of the times.

Its appearance may look heavy,

But in subsistence it is lean.

I cannot fix the broken thing,

What if the other fails?

There is a foundation

Long poured and set in stone.

We cannot change the footings,

We can only trim the home.

I leave what went before

To the history it is made of

And hope the present situation

Doesn’t shake my destinies with God.