IN OUR LIFETIME
Tomatoes too thirsty, priced out
of reach along with almonds,
peaches. We’re running out of cheap
oil—like the ivory-billed woodpecker
last spotted in 1944, we refuse
to declare it extinct. In our lifetime,
a shift from objects to access,
answers to inquiry: wifi, the cloud, Netflix.
Heroic movies about factions, districts,
prisons. Atwood asking are we living
a meaningful life? Like Rilke,
we live the questions now.
If I were Steve Carell and only had
three weeks to live, would I stay the course
or trek Machu Picchu, canoe the Peel
River? We’re never ready; it’s never the right
time. When faced with the finite,
why now, finally act?
—Bren Simmers, Pivot Point, Gaspereau Press, 2019.
Deirdre Kessler selects a poem a month by an Island poet for The Buzz.