Poem: “Anyone Who Is Still Trying”

By David Hernandez

Any person, any human, any someone who breaks
            up the fight, who spackles holes or FedExes
ice shelves to the Arctic to keep the polar bears
            afloat, who talks the wind-rippled woman
down from the bridge. Any individual, any citizen
           who skims muck from the coughing ocean,
who pickets across the street from antigay picketers
           with a sign that reads, GOD HATES MAGGOTS,
or, GOD HATES RESTAURANTS WITH ZAGAT RATINGS
           LESS THAN 27. Any civilian who kisses
a forehead heated by fever or despair, who reads
           the X ray, pins the severed bone. Any biped
who volunteers at soup kitchens, who chokes
           a Washington lobbyist with his own silk necktie –
I take that back, who gives him mouth-to-mouth
           until his startled heart resumes its kabooms.
Sorry, I get cynical sometimes, there is so much
           broken in the system, the districts, the crooked
thinking, I’m working on whittling away at this
           pessimism, harvesting light where I can find it.
Any countryman or countrywoman who is still
          trying, who still pushes against entropy,
who stanches or donates blood, who douses fires
          real or metaphorical, who rakes the earth
where tires once zeroed the ground, plants something
          green, say spinach or kale, say a modest forest
for restless breezes to play with. Any anyone
          from anywhere who considers and repairs,
who builds a prosthetic beak for an eagle –
          I saw the video, the majestic bird disfigured
by a bullet, the visionary with a 3-D printer,
          with polymer and fidelity, with hours
and hours and hours, I keep thinking about it,
          thinking we need more of that commitment,
those thoughtful gestures, the flight afterward.

“Anyone Who is Still Trying” from Dear, Sincerely by David Hernandez, © 2016. Reprinted by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press. See upress.pitt.edu