Some days I feel overwhelmed by the amount of human wreckage in the world. The causes are many—selfishness, addiction, division, assault, unrest, economic strain…the list can seem endless. I often wonder how much more people can weather. But we are still here, and the original goodness of things still shows through in places. “Wonders” is a reflective poem along these lines and will be in my upcoming book A Song of Glass.
Wonders
Like a city
struck
by an earthquake,
we’re shattered, but here
and there—
among snapped power poles
and insect legs of rebar
sticking out
of concrete crumbs—
a planter of daisies,
books on a battered shelf,
a bottle of ruby port,
and other wonders
somehow untouched
by ruin.
A Wandering Minstrel 