- Outlasting Change
Itinerant
Asked why the past so occupied his mind,Seamus Mahon would offer the one reply:“Not enough is happening in the present.”A man without a home, he seemed to me,
Though now, I hear, he doesn’t go anywhere.Always the avid traveler and the lover,He rarely paid attention to the linesThat separate one household from another
And keep apart the souls we might emboldenFrom those we would do well to leave alone.Not that he was foul or ill-intentioned.Rather that he failed to comprehend
The havoc and the hurt he often wrought,Being more the constant dreamer than the scoundrel.What does he dream of now, I have to ask,The past being gone, the present void of wonder?
The Next New Day
Is there not a hastening of sortsthat happens after forty, fifty, sixty?The train is hurtling forward. All its partsare functioning as they should but moving faster,as are the weeks, their old complexityreduced, or so it seems, to days and nightsoccurring without pause. Each new disasterarising in the world gives weight and height [End Page 371] to that particular day, and each new joyimprints itself as ever in the heart.What’s altered is the interval betweenevents that once seemed comfortably apart.How short it grows. How soon the next new day.
Impermanence
No one wants to hearThe blue jays’ crass racket
But on it goes, outlastingThe longest human life.
How to reconcile that noisePersisting down the decades
With what I know of change?Early-morning light
Is brightening the poolsOf water on the deck
And all I might believeOr once believed is subject
To unrelenting change.So let me celebrate
For all its testinessThat harsh continuing cry. [End Page 372]
Ben Howard is professor emeritus of English at Alfred University and the author of ten books, most recently Firewood and Ashes: New and Selected Poems (Salmon Poetry) and The Backward Step: Essays on Zen Practice (Whitlock Publishing).