In the now,
hoping for the power
fit
to this
key (or not key)
moment. . .
Only in retrospect
can we know
which moments will be key
or not key,
or, if now exactly know,
at least have let come
to vaguely credible fruition
a fairly firm impression
and, yay, maybe even further still,
conviction,
which might let us
semi-wisely comment,
retrospectively
on the key-ness
of that by-then-gone-by moment,
and on the skilled
or not so skilled
by-then-past
application of our highest human power. . .
Although, by the hour,
it may have
or may yet become
during some interval
a little clearer,
that some higher help was needed,
in our choosing how to act
or to assess,
in retrospect. . .
And perhaps we will have to
or will have had to
at some point
let go the pride and fear
that might at some moments
have left us feeling
we could just die
over a half-wish
that such superhuman, supernatural
help, would, in its own way
have somehow already interceded,
with or without
a jot of input from us,
in such a way
we might deem (or not)
at the time,
or afterwards,
was really for the best,
Which might not exactly be the way
for which we might have asked,
according to the details we might have expressly sought
(or not),
or at least thought
(or not),
in that decisive hour,
over some big choice we had to make,
in the course of our most plaintive
behest,
where we were feeling frightened,
and perhaps even distressed,
and were unsure
whether we were up
to the mighty challenge
of this test.
The Danforth Anchor 