“But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away…
“For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known” (First Epistle to the Corinthians, xiii, 10 & 12).
His hope was to see such a time
in his own times as would be
legendary, and perhaps classic:
knowing nods all around
and an earned status as a regular.
Him? He’s been
Here for years.
He didn’t want, though,
to be there for years,
but rather to have
been there, somehow:
for his stride to have been hit,
for real life to have begun,
for the groove to have been worn
And the routine duly established.
But in the median-time,
real cold was colder than he counted on,
real shame more immolating and
despair much uglier than he had read
the stolid torpor of volition
far more burdensomely free and
more betaken of inertia and bile
when summoned for labors,
whether Herculean or small
Than he had known or imagined.
Being and doing were both were harder
than having been and having done.
But there were no other options.
In his times which are as yet less classic
than he would see them be,
He does not count as thoroughgoing.
His present is never soon enough a past
No, but he persists, and —
wearily, verily —