Poem: And Now It Is The Year
A poem for the year 2000. Remember those days? Seems so long ago. I'd been dreading the century's worst downer for a decade. When it came the moment was unexpectedly hopeful.
And Now It Is The Year
midnight, sunrise
a wet dawn
on an ancient beach
billboards in Bethlehem
violins in Greenwich
rockets in Chechnya
and now it is the year -
and the dance continues
so much for destiny
so much for the world made new
- oh, but can't you feel it?
it is here. it is soft. it is rising.
see it pouring through
the old stone arches
yellowing cathedrals and
the dead wood shrines
burns like radium,
spreads like virus,
heals like water
shouts like rock 'n' roll
in the song of quiet spaces
hidden places
in the city's cracks
here you touch it, growing
in this time between the names
there is chaos
there is order
and there, there again,
is life
