Song at Seventy

I’ve poems to write or polish
And daily tasks to tackle.
I don’t devote a lot
Of bandwidth to the thought
That time may soon demolish
My earthly tabernacle.

I’ve given some fears lodging:
What if Earth’s glaciers melt?
Will demagogues undo
Our polis? Can the New
Horizons probe keep dodging
Rocks in the Kuiper Belt?

But death seems merely strange
And tragic. It’s what’s not.
I have a hard time seeing
Myself as an ex-being.
Matter and mind and change
Are all I’ve known and got.

So I plug onward, aiming
To make a friend or sonnet,
Desiring an alliance
Of justice, peace, and science,
Hoping my death’s not shaming
But not much dwelling on it.

Timothy Steele

Timothy Steele

Timothy Steele’s books of poems include Uncertainties and Rest, Sapphics Against Anger and Other Poems, The Color Wheel, and Toward the Winter Solstice. He has also published two books about the history and practice of versification (Missing Measures: Modern Poetry and the Revolt Against Meter and All the Fun’s in How You Say a Thing) and has edited The Poems of J. V. Cunningham. He turned seventy in January 2018.
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Timothy Steele’s books of poems include Uncertainties and Rest, Sapphics Against Anger and Other Poems, The Color Wheel, and Toward the Winter Solstice. He has also published two books about the history and practice of versification (Missing Measures: Modern Poetry and the Revolt Against Meter and All the Fun’s in How You Say a Thing) and has edited The Poems of J. V. Cunningham. He turned seventy in January 2018.