Poem: 2026

The same poem is presented again below larger, and with a more normal typeface.  I brought my cursive Olivetti to the Starbucks today and then retyped the poem again when I got home on my Royal Aristocrat.

It is a bit melancholy, unlike most bright and wildly optimistic New Years poems, but I think it is worth thinking about.

 

I think it often does a poem a disservice to explain it but I can at least explain where it came from.  Some of you may already know I collect ancient coins and objects.  This small glass bottle below was a Christmas present this year.  It is probably around 1700 years old, made in the Roman Empire.  Holding something like a coin or this bottle and thinking questions like: Who owned this?  What did they use it for?  Did they value it highly or was it casually discarded?  Would they be amazed and impressed or nonplussed to see that is exists today and is valued by me? are what lead to the thinking that brought forth this poem.  You begin to feel like you step out of time and see your place within all of time.