I am haunted

I am haunted

by the tumbled toss

of cosmic die that

flung my speck of

soul “here and now”

full bellied and free

rather than there and

who knows when –

burkaed, beaten,

starving, perhaps an

ash blowing in wind –

cosmic toss of good

fortune – haunted by

echoes of the others

beseeching bloated

arrogant far too for-

tunate-to-do-nothing

me – I stumble on in

too much good inten-

tion and far too little

action -this languid

legacy of legions of

“there but for some

grace go I” haunted

by unearned privilege

BARDS ANNUAL ANTHOLOGY 2018