Resistance

by Sam Barbee

< Now they are all Borg… >
— The Borg Queen

We are all a season, a day, a next whisper,
a quiver in the pane.

Today like no-other, yes-other, another
-reason-another-glance.

Meet me there where you walk to recover, where
we were to walk tomorrow.

Curses unfused, undone by new words to un-bless,
un-spelled, re-spelled, new-spelled.

Resistance all-feigned: futile, fertile, infertile,
while before the next while.