What Will Suffice Poem by Barry Middleton

so without a heaven
we look around and back
we must look back
and forward in tomorrow

not to a voice of yesterday
but to the images
the primal
those can never be ignored

so without a guide
we find the dew of spring
slithering juicy things
the nest of all of life

this we must protect
this we must project
not a faded tragic scrim
but the anxious quavering

in swampy insouciance
we must contemplate
reviving the essences
an Eden of insurrection