Queen's Quarterly

Queen's Quarterly
Queen's Quarterly

OK Boomer, Show Us Your Moves

Glenn Arthur Sweazey

moonwalking … I’m dreaming of moonwalking …
kinda like Michael Jackson, I guess,
only not so silky smooth,
I’m shuffling backwards ’cross the stage of time
when some millennial in the crowd calls out, “OK Boomer” …

guess we’ve had that coming
I mean, too true,
we Boomers pretty much left one god-awful mess
more than half a century partying on our parents’ dime,
glacier retreats
signal the freezers are all but cleaned out
and records, they’re spinning
as floods and droughts play on …

I’m moonwalking,
minus Michael’s glove, his shiny black shoes
just a pair of old runners and faded jeans …

odd thing about this moonwalking,
once I’d hit life-speed
round the turn to 65
the physics changed ....

* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.


Bio:

Retired from teaching high school English, Glenn Arthur Sweazey lives in Ottawa. His writing often blends poetry and prose to paint narrative canvases.