(This poem is two ragged, diminished “sonnets” in shock to find my life timed to end along with my world.)

If what seems to be so
is so, what
seams to be sewed
all sewed up
then it matters
not what we do
indeed what is done
is indelibly done
and in deeds undone
we are too deep
and finding them too
late to do
so we are done
for.
So
how do we live
knowing we won’t pass
long lives along
and what shall we give
knowing we’ve given
away
all that matters
so there’s nothing
and no one
left to give
any way
to be for
given?
“If So” first appeared in Silkworm 10 (2017) and is the penultimate poem in Maven Reaches Mars in the section for responses to the “end of the world I have known, arrival at a future I had feared, hope for solutions no one has thought of yet, astounded to find my own personal demise coinciding with the arc of a worldwide extinction.”
About the Author

Jane McPhetres Johnson lives in Amherst MA.
Born in Colorado, enlightened in the ‘60s and ‘70s, landed in Wyoming with two sons, one born while commuting to Vermont’s Goddard College MFA––during graduation/commencement week. Recent poems in Silkworm, Ekphrastic Review, and Song between the Stars.
Read more in Jane’s book, Maven Reaches Mars: Home Poems and Space Probes in Four Fascicles (Off the Common Books, Amherst MA. 2020).
Other publications, exhibits, and readings include: Microbursts: Anthology by Quabbin Writers Salon (Picaflor Press 2017), Compass Roads (edited by Jane Yolen, Straw Dog Writers Guild 2018), and Not My President: Anthology of Dissent (ThoughtCrime Press 2017), Dragon’s Egg in Mystic CT, Earth Day exhibit in Hadley MA, Forbes Library “Home” show, Northampton MA.
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