The bottom line: I want poetry to open me up, to awaken or reawaken me in some way, to make me have to stop and read and ponder it even though so much else demands my attention. I expect the best poetry to do nothing less than expand consciousness in a way that will ultimately change the world.
The red flags are finally up. I could have sworn the firing range was abandoned, from all my days running through it and seeing nothing but rebar twisted out of concrete walls, but today I hear shots, actual shots, so I keep my run inland, on the road. The shots come in a burst and stop. Then I hear no more. Past the range, I descend again into touristland. I wonder: Which way do they shoot? At the ocean, where they might hit boats? Or at the land, where they know the bullets will stop eventually, but who knows in what?