Charles Wright speaks just what's on my mind

It is the sixth anniversary of 9/11 and the flags at half-mast whip mercilessly in this Minnesota wind. A homeless man sleeps on a bench in the sun. A few women eat their sack lunches near the World War II Veteran's Memorial. I watch the legislators and lobbyists make their way down the Capitol steps. Life goes on.

Here's a poem that speaks just what's on my mind today.

Cowboy Up
by Charles Wright

There comes a time in one’s life when one wants time,
a lot of time, with inanimate things.
Not ultimate inanimate things,
Of course, but mute things,
beautiful, untalkbackable wise things.
That’s wishful thinking, cowboy.

Still, I’d like to see the river of stars
fall noiselessly through the nine heavens for once,
But the world’s weight, and the world’s welter, speak big talk and
big confusion.

From the online Virginia Quarterly Review
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And for much less weighty news:
The boy weighed in at 149. Pretty sure no nudity was involved. He went directly to Chipotle after making weight and ate a whole chicken burrito with pinto beans AND chips and salsa.