Belov�ds, here's a little something to recognize and to honor the real work yet to be done -- ?????????? -- for which no one is getting off the hook. The poem is one in a series called "Disciplinary Treatises," which first appeared in my Figures for the Ghost (1994), and subsequently in my Compass of Affection (2006).
I'm hoping that we might glimpse in every day the responsibility we share for the reconciliation of the world, its "fabulous bouquets of persons" (as Mona Van Duyn has called them), its every creature, and the wildly spinning earth itself.
Without, therefore, unduly embarrassing anyone else, let's attend to our own sorry selves, and our so-far failures to get busy.
The Embarrassment of Last Things
Already you smile, drop your eyes, and chew your cheek.
Centuries of dire prophecy have taught us all
to be, well, unconvinced. And there have been decades,
entire scores of years when, to be frank, wholesale
destruction didn't sound so bad, considering.
You remember, we were all disappointed.
That the world never ended meant we had to get
out of bed after all, swallow another dose
of stale breath with our coffee, scrape the grim ice
from our windshields one more time. On the way to work,
stuck in endless traffic, the radio or some
incredibly sincere billboard would promise us again
an end to this, and for a moment we almost
see it. But we know it's not an end, not really;
it's harder than that -- some kind of strenuous chore
stretching out ahead like these stalled cars, showing our
general direction, inadvertently or not mocking our pace.
� Scott Cairns, from "Compass of Affection", Paraclete Press, 2006
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