After musing for quite a while on the antidote, I fell upon this line by Barbara and find myself writing the answer for this prompt. I used the monostich form because I feel it picks up the anxiety produced by thinking about these things!
Lost and Found Looking for the Antidote
…I think
of Chet Baker singing “Let’s Get Lost,” and I know
what he means, because more and more I know
where I am, and I don’t like the feeling…
--Barbara Hamby “Ode
to Barbecue”
This poem has
temporarily pulled me away from my project because
of the line above,
although I actually may be fine with where I am, but
it still struck me
because I’ve been thinking a lot about the antidote
to our nation’s ills,
and it seems like there is a simple answer
somewhere and, yes, I
know and believe the only problem
we ever have in any
situation is the love we’re not giving; I know this,
but it sure hasn’t
made it easier because then I see I’m not loving
enough and that super
sucks, and today I was reading the
Fourth Mindfulness
Training in Buddhism which begins
“Aware of the
suffering caused by unmindful speech and the inability
to listen to others…”
and doesn’t that about sum it up because I think
we are probably all
guilty a bit on this aspect, and finding the will
to deeply listen to
someone you think is saying crazy-ass things
is insanity if not
anxiety producing; at the same time, I am aware
loving speech and
deep listening is an answer – Eureka
– there it is,
the way to the
greater good, and the true remedy to
all of this is
found when I walk
outside and look up to the wide blue sky,
and doesn’t that teach
us all we need to know about everything?
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