Becoming 89: A Poem

Becoming 89
 
Somehow as the sun sets
The thrill of being alive startles
 
Is it love alone
Or your starlit smile
 
The play of Istanbul
The enchantment of kediler
 
This thrill of life persists
Despite the world
 
Despite unimaginable
And hideous atrocities
 
We must not avert our eyes
Or escape to the suburbs of the mind
 
The faith of this hour
Is anxious patience
 
Panic prescribed as sanity
‘Thanks Greta’
 
Remember to observe bravery
Along the Gaza fence
 
Remember refugees
Human and desperate
 
And those killed and maimed
Because their skin is darker
 
Or their god(s) differ
Despite being the same
 
Then and only then
Succumb to flowers and maidens
 
Only then visit forests
To bless magical animals
 
While living and dying
Keep your gaze, affirm
 
This impossible faith
By smiles, by tears
 
This forever fervor
Keeping birthdays precious
 
To be old and engaged
Is to be truly young
 
To be old and enraged
Is to be truly young
 
To affirm the affirmable
And fight the abominable
 
Is to be truly young
Great fortune at 89
 
 
 
 
Richard Falk
Istanbul, November 13, 2019

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