“No one will ever know
that we lived,
that we touched the streets with our feet
that we danced joyfully,
No one will ever know
that we gazed at the sea
from the train windows,
that we breathed
the air that settles
on the café chairs,
No one will ever know
that we stood
on the terrace of life
–Nino Pedretti, “Nobody Will Know”
Not mine. But I really liked it – hence the re-post. Thanks to Tom Lynch
for making me aware of it.
Archive for 2025
2025-02-13 – Nobody Will Know
Thursday, February 13th, 20252025-01-21 – I saw
Saturday, February 15th, 2025I saw a mother holding a young girl
of perhaps a year and a half.
And as I looked,
I found that I could feel
what the little girl was feeling
as she hugged her mother.
The enclosing warmth,
the certain sense of security
and the loving protection
against all
the new and confusing mysteries
of the world around her.
It was, for me, and the small girl,
…everything…
for those few moments it lasted.
An endless safe place to be; for that time.
And then she chose to go down
onto the floor again
to walk around
and see what was there.
Her mother stood up behind and followed.
Just a woman with a child.
And yet so much had passed
and touched me
in just those few moments
gallagher
christchurch
21Jan25
Pity the nation
Tuesday, April 29th, 2025Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.
~Lawrence Ferlinghetti