On the Cusp of Voluntary
Economic Uncertainty in 2017

Money auto-deposits monthly.
After years of milk-struggle,
Salary freeze, and now, slow gains,
Finally, a small measure of security.
Why would I give up
Living small and safe on the plains
For a new people and place.

I’m not rich but
I can over-tip.
I can buy art.
I can save for braces.
I can fear loss of comfort.
I can remember something
I used to know about being poor.

Magic was free.
Rooms of grandma’s furniture, free.
The forgiven land loan, free.
The majesty of Friday night pizza,
The sound of a generator powering
A VHS movie on a mountaintop
For my two kids, nearly free.

Poverty gave me preciousness.
That power is gone.
Now, sickened by
My own miserly arrogance,
I recall once knowing
That not even a president
Could rob me of peace.
Like a hermit in a cell, I was free.


2 Responses to “On the Cusp of Voluntary
Economic Uncertainty in 2017”

  1. Fey says:

    I’m not sure if I live in poverty or wealth now. Depending on which green it is measured. In trees or in greenbacks. Either way I live in your words

    • wordweed says:

      Walking into your new green world…your glow, your sweet family, filled me with such joy. Isn’t it time? I can only dream of you walking in my garden with me. As it fills in over summer, I’ll send pics.

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