All we have now is caring for each other.
Most days now I do piecemeal work on the computer
as long as I can stand it. That’s my job and after it
my dog and I go out walking as far as we can go in the desert sun.
She knows how to lead us through the deep sand
where the rabbits go and the roadrunners
with their opal feathers look for paradise the same
we do. Today we see on TV the president has the ego
of a cartoon character, oblivious to everything
but his own image as if the electric icons
we look at are all there is and he wants to be a giant icon too,
none of the real that is actually there. In modern knowledge
this is called clinical narcissism but this doesn’t seem
to matter to other Americans who like us, care
about each other. Today the TV news people talk of how
Aristotle described how people have real boundaries, how
the heart is more than an organizing director for us and that
no matter where we are we are more than what is on the surface.
Outside I see today how the mesquite trees are opening up
big this year, enough green pods to feed
any living beings foraging in the desert,
all the little foxes and the black crows,
who knows what else lives large here in the deep of night.
Charlene Langfur is an organic gardener, a rescued dog advocate and a Syracuse University Graduate Writing Fellow and her most current publications include a series of poems in POETRY EAST and WEBER-THE CONTEMPORARY WEST ( 2016 and 2018) and poems in GRAVEL, THE CALIFORNIA QUARTERLY and COMMON GROUND REVIEW.