Since I live in a place where some of the "necessities" you take for granted in the developed world may just not be there when you need them, I found this poem, "A Quiet Life," by Baron Wormser, irresistible. It begins
What a person desires in life
is a properly boiled egg.
This isn't as easy as it seems.
There must be gas and a stove,
the gas requires pipelines, mastodon drills,
banks that dispense the lozenge of capital.
Later in the poem Wormser adds:
Political peace too. It should be quiet
when one eats an egg. No political hoodlums
knocking down doors, no lieutenants who are
ticked off at their scheming girlfriends and
take it out on you, no dictators
posing as tribunes.
You can read the rest of this poem here; it was Monday's selection on The Writer's Almanac. I listen to the podcast of this every day. Well, when internet access and electricity permit. "This isn't as easy as it seems."
Here's today's Poetry Friday roundup.
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