by John Brantingham
“.. wherever you are, you find the sun, a blade of grass, the spirals of the dragonfly. Courage consists of staying at home, close to nature, which could not care less about our disasters. Each grain of dust contains the soul of something marvelous.” — Joan MiroThe highest wisdom is hope, even whenit seems wrong. The Greeks told us to doubtand fear, but after a life of war you pulled out that hope for us. Miro, your colored tiles, damnif they don’t get me where I live. I wishI could see through your hope, live insideyour hope, understand your hope, stridethis world with your hope as my only aegis.Because so much of life is spent fightingoff the cyclops, irony suffusing his eye,a smirk on his lips, and it doesn’t looklike we have a chance. Miro, he’s loomingover me every single day, telling me I’ll die;he’ll throw me in a pot to watch me cook.