You see them vanish in their speeding cars,
The many people hastening through the world,
And wonder what they would have done
This time of time speed distance, random
Of molecules hastened by what rising heat?
Was there never a world where people just sat still?
Yet they might be all of them
Of a timeless now, drivers and
In the moving cars all facing to the
Which is the future, which is destiny,
Which is desire and desire's end - What are they doing but just sitting still?
And still at speed they fly away, as still As the road paid out beneath them as it
Moment by moment into the mirrored past;
They spread in their wake the parading fields of food,
The windowless works where who is making what,
The grey towns where the wishes and the fears are done.
Howard Nemerov was born on February 29th, 1920 in New York.
He died of cancer at his home in University City,
Missouri on July 5th 1991.
