Poetic Justice

Not far from my ear
I hear my tongue slicing air
with jabs of hope.

I witness world
being carved by this to and fro;
the thrust of a trust
that truth will weigh in.

I’m never sure which will win:
this incessant stab at grabbing what-is
or that ever present slip-into-not.

At least I have a
ring side seat, a treat
when television bores and
my books are too, too heavy.

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2 thoughts on “Poetic Justice

  1. shoreacres says:

    Do you know what’s really funny? When I still was writing at Weather Underground, and only beginning to contemplate coming to WordPress, the first title I had for my blog was Poetic Justice. It certainly surprised me to see the phrase here!

    I think a goodly portion of the world is wondering which will win. The trust that truth will weigh in seems increasingly improbable — but on the other hand, the improbable does have a way of showing up at just the right time!

    • agjorgenson says:

      I like your optimism, and I like how hope sneaks up on us unaware. Some days things don’t seem so hopeful, but still, it is the little things more than the big that keep most of us going; the ordinary more than the extraordinary.

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