[Your happiness] is too easy… Nothing costs enough here.
—John the Savage, Brave New World
When he ran his scooter into the stone wall hedging the sidewalk,
my son was gazing at chemtrail clouds lit to beauty by sunset.
Not everything is an archetype, my students often admonish.
Of course that’s true—not everything fits
into clear-cut categories. Not everything is meant for
unambiguous names or histories to bequeath them trajectories.
That’s too easy for the smoke unfolding
from the Amazon Prime truck’s undercarriage,
for the yellowed pines lining the highway,
for the rainbow puddles on the road’s soiled shoulders
where my son now stands, bleeding.
From: https://www.terrain.org/2021/poetry/emily-light/
Date: 2021
By: Emily Light (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 