Teaching in a prison just has to change a person. Here, Brian Hendrickson ruminates, "I used to think I had lived / An incredibly clever life." Well, welcome to the yard. Yet, teaching inside is not the same as living inside and the poet looks for his own kind of meaning.
It is so easy to feel disappointed and powerless in today's world. We dream of being more than that...a lot more. By the way, the last line of this poem will stay with you for a long, long time.
Did you see the news story? Two asteroids, each one big as a house, zipped between earth and the moon last Wednesday. Talk about coincidence! Just read today's poem. There are three epigraphs that preface this remarkable look at the future, but the title really says it all.
Poets try to never forget anything. Ever. But with love, well with love even the act of remembering is an experience not to be forgotten.