an ode

this is a song of living

to the uncertainty that futures bring

although it seems silly to praise

our life of low precision

eat plan wait arising every morning

boring like a sinus headache 

despite that we swing legs over beds

sliding lids over pupils 

unfixed and undilated 

stretch ribs without y incisions

the future is still open

it will be fertile and fresh

thank god it hasn’t happened yet 

~Marcy Erb

It’s been a crazy last few months for me, but I’m back with a submission August’s theme! Thanks to Steve for posting it! I tried to research traditional ode forms, but wound up going it on my own after all. If you’d like to see the artwork I paired with my poem, mosey on over to Illustrated Poetry and check it out!