Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines


In stasis, what’s to do?

Can we not

find some way to move, to go,

to travel in the mind, some gentle

way to wander into

a better place, a future that

revives, replenishes, makes good

the damaged present, this dark night?

Not to return to old

ways—that age

has passed.  What should

we salvage from it, what burn,

what reconstruct and

what re-imagine?  Not to rave

at fate, at chance, at

what has come about, but to close

an open sore, renew our sense of

time, rebuild the day.