Halfway
English poem by: Jean WatermeyerTheme: Hope
I first heard Simon and Garfunkel
on a Walkman in 1997 –
halfway between then and now,
how terribly strange.
Such young men's words,
continuing.
From this vantage point,
the only thing to do
is to sing on.
And look, the trick is to not be alone at sea,
washing away,
but to stay, to stay, or
to become a part of some continent or other anyway, while you can.
What else to say to our dreams
and the sound of the waves, past halfway,
our days filled with chores and children?
Sing, sing,
don't worry about recording.