Jo Walton (papersky) wrote,
Jo Walton

To a friend planting bulbs today

We grew up with a sense of certain doom
Tomorrow would come nuclear and bright
To end the world and plunge us into night
And blow us all to hell without a tomb.

And then it didn't. Suddenly, there's room
To live and grow and hope and love the light
This unexpected future where we might
Plant bulbs and hope to see them when they bloom.

New futures bring new fears, so now today
Worlds may go on and still find ways to end.
In darkest times not everything is grey.

The spring will come, we have a world to mend,
Hold on through this, and find a better way.
Our future is worth fighting to defend.

(This friend is my age, and she said in her LJ that half of her thinks the world will end in January, but the other half is planting bulbs. I think many people who were adult before 1989 lived with this one apocalyptic vision of nuclear war. I've had this great sense since 1990 of getting away with something, to be alive in this time.)
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