I'm not an activist any longer.
I sympathize with the activists' stance.
And that was my view when I was younger;
I dearly loved the political dance.
Perhaps it's simply that I've grown older,
Though I would like to think it's more than that.
I no longer get a thrill from rancor
And those devastating critiques feel flat.
There's another world than the human one,
Vaster than our hopes, causes, and concerns.
In this other world all our tasks are done
As all created things unfold in turn.
The beauty of the stars on a clear night,
A lullaby sung to soothe a child's fright.