Lately we’re doing as many
as six impossible things a day
: decent rooms for the unhoused
: unemployment benefits for gig workers
: health care for the uninsured
: waiving bail, depopulating prisons
: eviction and foreclosure moratoriums
: defunding the police
…
I’ll tell you how imperfect it all is
in another poem, because now
is not Wonderland, or Neverland
, or Heaven, or Nirvana
…
or maybe now is, maybe we
always were, and we need to
open our eyes, work, believe
: imagine what we can do
tomorrow