Blithe

I face the winter twilight with peculiar equanimity.
I'm not relieved of any worries. My car can't abide
The snow. My country spirals downward, driven
By a mob of racist dolts, and led by someone they
Elected (here's the weakness of republics) who's
No wiser than they are. The market's crashing,
And the one I love seems incommunicado, bored,
Perhaps, or simply shallow. Anyway, I'm here
Alone, but I've an ample glass of bourbon,
And the sky is colorful. The night will come.
I'll go to bed, and, if I sleep for long enough,
I'll wake, but won't be cognizant of all the things
Which vex me. I'll remain equanimous.




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Written on 2018-12-29 at 03:15

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A strange sense of equanimity usually comes after despondency.
The bourbon sounds good and I relate to the mood and like the title.
2018-12-30


Bibek
Sometimes 'equanimity' seems like the right kind of feeling. I love this poem, the way politics gets blended into the everyday life of the speaker who's already been vexed by various things.
2018-12-30