A History Without Suffering
In this poem there is no suffering.
It spans hundreds of years and records
no deaths, connecting when it can,
those moments where people are healthy
and happy, content to be alive. A Chapter,
maybe a Volume, shorn of violence
consists of an adult reading aimlessly.
This line is the length of a full life
smuggled in while no one was plotting
against a neighbour, except in jest.
Easter is coming, and right after that, National Poetry Month! I am looking forward to the poetic celebrating, and especially to the Progressive Poem.
Laura Purdie Salas will publish the first line here on April 1st! My day this year isn't until the 20th.