ABSOLUTELY

TO BE SURE

It seems uncertain
Even now
In these uncertain times
When certainty
In all its sure-held grip
Will once again
Appear.
No one’s sure
For certain
When the absolute
Will come home
To the subjective fold…

However, we await
Even tentatively
The antiphon
Of certainty’s return
To job
And home
And town and field…
So, so weary
Of comparitive truth,
We yearn with groaning
For one pure drop
Of certainty distilled
To moist
Our parched earth.

Gerard O'Shea