Fraction

When things get too tough there is a portal white men jump through. 

We hop back or forward in time: 

before the spill ruins another patch of ocean, or after everyone’s forgotten why their homes disappeared.

We sneak out the back door of, yes, privilege,  a portal beyond consequence but also beyond growth. 

Without regret we just keep looping    between now      and what was, 

Before ever reaching all we could be.