The Largest Imaginations

The largest imaginations
Begin in the smallest rooms:
From local water, sun, and dirt
The brightest flower blooms.

But “harrowing” works in several ways.
We have so far to go —
The largest imaginations
Still need much care

To grow

Realism

Individuals matter

Abstractions are necessities,
But something of a curse;
We hate and fight and die for them,
While everything gets worse
 
Like most things that we generalize
About the human race,
We judge from what we know about
Some fraction of the case
 
We dress up with the language of
The modern college mind,
What really is just bigotry
But of an approved kind
 
And so we judge all women,
Or then so we judge all men;
Not thinking individuals
Are worth considering
 
We shed tears for humanity
And how it’s been defiled;
And pass the grieving widow
Who has lost
Her only
Child

Parking Lot Sweeper

Up and working before the sun…

The old man sweeps the parking lot
Before the sun appears;
He pushes dirt or snow around
As he has done for years

I pass him every morning, but
I do not know his name;
He waves to me as I go by,
As I then, do the same

Until the day comes when I see
He’s not there anymore;
I scan obituaries, though
I am not sure who for

I feel a blinding in my eyes,
A strange, descending mist:
For one human connection
That I made, and
That I missed

Pool

My oldest group of friends got together today.

I went to see some friends today
Who have a lovely pool –
The day was hot and sweltering;
The pool, though, very cool –

I floated on my back awhile,
And laughed with my old friends;
Then hurried to get back down to town
For work – it never ends –

To overwork is baneful,
I don’t need to be a fool;
So soon, I hope to go back there
And hang out at
The pool