We Are Not Done Yet


Some cool shit has been going down. Cool+Scary+Exhausting (like all the best things). And some magical dream stuff. I hope you’ll join us next week.

We do lots of shows with the USO. I’ve done a fair number of readings out in the world. But these last few weeks working towards a more integrated single performance have taught me a lot about the sweet complex art of collaboration. It’s everyone’s show. It’s nobody’s show. There have been growing pains. And confusion. And hurt feelings. And new ideas. And beauty. And surprise. And humility. And compromise. And growth.

This move beyond the personal can be uncomfortable. The scale, the deference to experts. It’s something I’m learning across my professional life right now, and damn. It’s always scary to move beyond what you know, to trust the intentions and expertise of others. To not quite know how you’ll get where you’re going (or where exactly that even is).

Your prompt is this line that repeats in May Sarton’s New Year Poem. “Let us step outside…” Outside of ourselves and our own small desires. Let us step outside, loves, and let the things that shrink us fade.

New Year Poem

by May Sarton

Let us step outside for a moment
As the sun breaks through clouds
And shines on wet new fallen snow,
And breathe the new air.
So much has died that had to die this year.

We are dying away from things.
It is a necessity—we have to do it
Or we shall be buried under the magazines,
The too many clothes, the too much food.
We have dragged it all around
Like dung beetles
Who drag piles of dung
Behind them on which to feed,
In which to lay their eggs.

Let us step outside for a moment
Among ocean, clouds, a white field,
Islands floating in the distance.
They have always been there.
But we have not been there.

We are going to drive slowly
And see the small poor farms,
The lovely shapes of leafless trees
Their shadows blue on the snow.
We are going to learn the sharp edge
Of perception after a day’s fast.

There is nothing to fear.
About this revolution…
Though it will change our minds.
Aggression, violence, machismo
Are fading from us
Like old photographs
Faintly ridiculous
(Did a man actually step like a goose
To instill fear?
Does a boy have to kill
To become a man?)

Already there are signs.
Young people plant gardens.
Fathers change their babies’ diapers
And are learning to cook.

Let us step outside for a moment.
It is all there
Only we have been slow to arrive
At a way of seeing it.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth
There will be no earth.


2 thoughts on “We Are Not Done Yet

  1. Vinnie

    Small thought. Haven’t written in a while. Feeling really down on everything. But jotted this down. Hope you like it.

    Let us step outside
    It’s cold
    It’s frightening
    It’s safer to be
    I feel safe here
    Won’t let anything in here

    Let us step outside
    Even if just for a moment
    There’s laughter
    There’s smiling
    There’s a warmth I faintly remember

    No one can hurt me
    I won’t be judged
    I won’t be worthless
    Will I?

    • seemareza

      Thanks Vinnie! Hope we see you outside soon.

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