Citadel Building

Gather for the storm. Or anyway.

Form cliques, share privilege.

Share the same goals of keeping others out

So somehow, you have more of what’s around

And lesser everyday, but still — whatever’s left.

Or grab and store, just in case.

(Who knows when we might need ten times more?)

The waters rise. The siege prolongs.

The dykes and citadels will not hold forever.

The pretence of certainty fades.

The embrace of the forever, the uncertain, the ever-changing

That’s inevitable.

Wish we’d remembered to embrace it first,

And build along with, not against,

Not keep outside our walls.