DRY CRIK Journal

We have come to this, now – this place,
wherever sheltered, this point in time
rushing towards us like a locomotive –

when the conclusion of all things rests
in one long moment if we’re lucky
watching the tree frog explore its territory.

We have learned to shut the hawkers out,
banging their wares in the alley, the needy
politicians with puppy eyes, and the orators –

all of them pushed to the dusty corners
of this moment on someone else’s landscape
for over sixty-five million years.