April 11, 2020

Call to Account

I feel out of my element and out of my league –
the league of the generous, that is, the comrades
with open arms, who trade in abundance and
traffic in the strength borne of seeking truth
while knowing most anwers will elude us.
I wander, lost among people who demand
certain solutions and crave comfort at any
expense, as long as they don't have to account
for it – and there is certainly no accounting
for it, no reckoning the cost of their ease.

Truth be told, I'm not all that good at it
myself, this reckoning, and this dwelling
with uncertainty. I aspire to it, and I long
for the fellowship of fellow aspirants,
those breathing the generous air of a truth
that never quite settles enough to contain,
not in a box or book or ledger or in any
other fixed vessel, a disquieting truth that
calls us to account, that insists, gently but
firmly, that we reckon the cost of our ease.