I’m dogging her discreetly, wondering:
What don’t they get? Everything, probably.
What it’s like to be lugging her particular load,
wanted or not, into the uncertain future
...
all of us putting one
semi-discouraged foot in front of the other
while above us the absolute indifferent magnificence
abounds, abides;
from a certain perspective even our ignorance is dazzling.
-- Alison Luterman
...for the rest of the poem, click here. It is good to know that we have a sense of the larger goings-on of things. However, we must acknowledge that we are most certainly card-holding members of the dazzlingly ignorant.
