In our quiet corner of the world
The snow comes down, the furnace clicks
The wheels of commerce hum and purr
Folks with laptops smile and think and type
Espresso maker whines and thrums
Across the world, a short mouse click away
The streets are full, in history’s heady making
The breathless edge of life sharpens the day
As destiny hangs low, ripe for the taking
We sip our mochas, read the news
Do homework, glance out at each other
Confront our daily challenges, pace through duties
Instruct our children, check in on our friends
Buy gasoline, keep warm, wait for spring
Across the world, powers make their play
Wills pull taut, old expectations breaking
How dare they ask? - How could they not? Today
In rippled flows like childbirth, youth is waking.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2011
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