This Impossible Society
Free Verse poetry of our times
Published in
Jan 15, 2021
this morning
my child questions
the words in his first
dystopian novel
disbelief, that’s not
possible for society
he wants to talk
paragraph after
paragraph
my sweet pea,
we are living it
when I was nine,
we left the original
homestead —
trading a birch tree,
a gravel driveway,
mother nature’s bed
for an urban heat
if there was a book
in my new school’s
library about a masked
life, children connecting
only by screens for a
deadly virus that could
leave them orphaned
and lunacy desperately
trying to keep power,
I would have reached
for my mom’s hand
to talk paragraph
after paragraph
about this impossible
society
Samantha Lazar 2021
