“When,” a poem by Daniel A. Harris

May time keep running back to me — and may I use it wisely.

Not In Our Town Princeton

Daniel Harris, poet, scholar, environmentalist, and long-time Not in Our Town supporter, had the following poem accepted for publication in the Connecticut River Review.  Daniel has given us permission to publish it on the blog.  Daniel invites you to visit his website, danielharrispoet.net.

When

Since time is running out for me

to say about

the currents of oceans

gulls on their errands

the wind-lashed palms

And time is running out for me

to say about

the horses, their riders

beasts of burden, oxen

yoked to plow the many fields

And time is running out for me

to say about

the     other chattel

people caught and shackled

shipped and bought

enslaved for free labor, profit

While time runs short for me

to say about

women abused to breed

the owners who used them

children, men schooled by whip

Time’s run out for me

to cough up phlegm and tell

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