“Keepng Up with Keeping Up” by Rene F. Cardenas

How do we stand, where is the world going?
I read the newspapers, try to sleep,

Thump the pillow, think of clocks not ticking
It is the hour of our demise,

The year of boomeranging reckoning
And we've lost the key to the door.

How to we stand and where is the air we breathe,
When do we pet the puppies again,

Revel in the freshness of just-washed sheets?
My mother crooned, as I lay feverish.

The morning opened full of her life,
Bustling in the kitchen.

Where do we stand in this old world
Measured by the pill, moved

By memories,
Neglected by belief.