Historian

I wonder what the historians will tell of us
in a thousand years.
Will they speak of numbers and graphs
and physics and chemistry or advancements in neuroscience
which led to revolutions in human progression –
or will they talk of life as it really was.
Life, with all the head-rush and nuanced troubles
and deadlines and traffic cops and parking meters,
the disillusionment of faith for so many when
what they had been told was true contradicted
the prize they were fighting for.
Will they remember a poet or two,
scribbling lines on a paper in cyberspace,
a prophet somewhere in the farthest corners of
the earth’s soul,
on a mountain somewhere,
or maybe in the desert,
still tending his sheep or picking his coffee,
and breathing in the truest breath that man
has ever known.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry