J. K. DURICK
I have belonged to too many groups,
groups of various sizes and shapes –
some stable, set in stone, and some
spontaneous, bursting with the energy
I have saluted and stood with some,
genuflected and prayed with others,
raised a hand and joined them on the stage,
hid my badge and waited in the wings
with some others.
I have memorized and drilled, counted stars
and constellations, drew circles in palms and
lawns, bought supplies against the end.
I have sold everything and joined the prophet
on the mountain top.
I have resigned and withdrew my support,
quit and quietly walked away. I have re-up'd
and revitalized myself, invested and sent in
their endless forms.
I have their card in my wallet, in my drawer,
in my left shirt pocket just over my heart.
And I have nailed it to the wall beside my bed,
slipped it under sofas and carpets, lit it and
watched its light go out, almost ceremonially.
I have belonged to too many groups, so many
that their names and reason to be escape me.
But I have always been a member in good
standing, dressed right, properly equipped,
always ready to march off again
when the next group comes by
looking for someone to join.