Poetry from J.K. Durick

History Guide

Sometimes history becomes a burden,

a block, a block in the road we can bump

over or go around. It never gets out of

the way on its own, especially here in

Europe where tour guides feel compelled

to place the churches and buildings we pass,

place them in the context of time. Sometimes

they can stretch it, shape it to fit the moment

and group riding along on their every word.

There were fires and bombings, assassinations

and dynasties that disappeared. There were

religious wars that are hard to explain, explain

how whole cathedrals changed, switched sides

a few centuries back. But the old stuff seems

tame compared to things tourists might recall:

WWI and WWII and who was neutral and who

fell victim, and there’s the Berlin wall and all

the things connected to it, countries freed and

never wanting to return to the walls of various

sorts. It’s their history, so their take on it varies

place to place, personality to personality, with

the guilty being charged or found not guilty.

Most tourists belong to the half listen and nod

off club. Most of what the guide struggles with is

lost on them – lost in this strange place and time.

                   Climate Change

This is not the climate we were born into,

It’s the climate we brought on ourselves.

They even warned us, but we continued

Until we arrived here, surprised for some

Reason. As if all this wasn’t predicted. Just

Watch tremendous downpours and floods.

Then feel the heat rising and harvest these

Empty fields. Swim out in water as warm as

Bathtub water, even hotter. Watch weather

Programs trying to explain what’s happening

As if we can take it in stride – microbursts to

Macro, cyclones to hurricanes, fronts and

Storms of every sort. We get more of them

To name, as if they were our children acting

Out, beyond our control. We love “climate

Change” and “global warming.” We’ve come

To love getting our words to fit what’s going

On around us – like Adam and Eve naming all

The animals they came across. Our version of

This naming may be about the end and not

Some beginning that will play out as we watch.

                                                    In Line

We’re in line

This time

To check

Our legitimacy –

Passport Immigration Inspection.

In line

This time

We know how it goes

Step up

Get a nod

Or sent off to the side.

It’s like a moment

From a movie

About Hitler and Nazis.

Imagine the fright

The worry

As if we were

Jews and gypsies

Hoping to pass

To get the nod

And not the other.

Yes, we’re in line

This time

But history has saved us

At least for now.