Life is complicated. Your power bar
shouldn’t be. Your power bar should be
as simple as a paper clip, toothpick, button,
candle, bookmark, spoon, napkin, coat hanger,
scrunchie, crayon, dinner plate, or rubber ball.
Actually, your power bar should be simpler
than that. It should be the simplest thing
in the world, simpler than a dash, a dot,
a Euclidean point. It should be a fundamental
constituent of the universe, so simple
that anything simpler would be nothing.
That’s because your life is complicated—
more complicated than the stock market,
a nuclear reactor, blockchain technology,
cybersecurity, pharmaceutical drug design,
geopolitics, quantum entanglement, consciousness,
and Hegelianism combined. You can’t take
a complicated power bar on top of all that.
I’m talking about your life, not mine.
My life is pretty basic. I take a lot of walks.
I mourn the dying trees. I worry about the fate
of birds. Sometimes I write things down.
But mostly I pray that everyone will make it,
that by some miracle each one of us will find
the power bar we need—that it’s out there,
somewhere, exquisitely simple, an invisible
living signal just waiting to be received.
Owen McLeod is the author of the poetry collections Before After (2023) and Dream Kitchen (2019). His poems have appeared in Copper Nickel, Missouri Review, New England Review, Ploughshares, The Southern Review, The Sun, and many others.