Weekly hurricanes, and the market takes a terrible crash.
Political emails fall and pile up like a blizzard of snow.
The news sounds like one long weather report of natural and unnatural disaster.
And still, somehow, we're supposed to carry on, reading and writing and eating.
Sending our children to school.
Brushing the dog.
We pay a bill and write a thank you note and unload the dishwasher.
It is amazing what we people will do in the face of it all.
The word 'survive' doesn't begin to do it justice, do you think?
It's really more like thriving.
Most days, most people will laugh at a joke or help someone move a heavy piece of furniture or give or receive a kiss.
It is amazing to me what we people will do in the face of it all.
Of Politics & Art
By Norman Dubie
Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
The winter storm
Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse.
Mrs. Whitimore, dying
Of tuberculosis, said it would be after dark
Before the snowplow and bus would reach us.
She read to us from Melville.
(Read the rest right here. Really. Do. It's very good.)