I’m sorry, but it’s not enough
to hope, to sink down in despair
and watch the falling rain.
It’s not enough to talk
about the changes we want now,
and expect someone, somehow
to make them for us. Enough
is a slippery slope, a one-lane road
from light-drenched peaks to forests,
dark and cool, treacherously banked
around snaking curves. Enough
is watchful, mindful, careful, thankful
for what shines. It’s willing to work
for what makes life worth living,
to fight lazy ambivalence and
battle the cruel folly of ignorance.
No, I’m sorry, but hope will never
be enough. A freedom like ours
commands us to embrace the words
inscribed on parchment, bronze,
and stone—with generous hearts,
we live; we die, alone.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Patrick Gillespie/Flickr (CC BY 2.0)