Year Million Poem by Robert Ronnow

Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball
      awards ceremony
This is my community.
'What you do may not seem important but it is very
      important that you do it.'

The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step
      to wisdom.
Win or lose, play your best and treat your opponent
      with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate
      mystery?

The women cannot be this chaste! The men so
      committed to non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?

They put much emotion and gratification aside to get
      things done. Done for their sons and done for their
      daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the
      loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked
      to lead or lift a load.

Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a
      house near the end of a street on the edge of a city
      at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a
      meteor bringing ore and organisms,  incinerating
      elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.

The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed 'the mercy of eternity.'