“If we could all…”
There it is.
Who is “we…all”?
How many can lift the veil of partisanship and “look together” at the same river, grass, and sky?
In this internet we meet by twos and threes, as wandering paths briefly cross
(better than in my town where there’s no one I can stand)
What are the people in the streets and cafes and backyards up to?
Bullshit for the most part.
My imagination tells me there are some… away off yonder
building eco-villages and transition towns,
raising kids, making new wine, and pouring old wine into new bottles,
but my days of wandering in that vineyard are passed.