Most years I
mark Groundhog Day with one of my
usual in depth histories of the pagan origins in the Celtic festival of Imbolc or similar Norse observations and Christian cooption of those traditions as St. Brigid’s Day in Ireland or
Candlemas in Britain and the adoption of folk
customs into made up American pseudo
holiday. Or sometimes I rerun a favorite essay on the symbolism
and philosophy of Groundhog
Day, the movie like I did
earlier today.
But in 2017,
just days after the inauguration of Donald Trump and as the scope of the disaster was unfolding faster than the gloomiest predictions, I was moved to commit poetry.
Since we wake up again in the same predicament, it still seems apt.
Wake Up!
Groundhog Day
2017
6:00 am
Wake Up!
It’s yesterday again!
It will always be
yesterday again.
If you don’t
get your ass out
of bed right now
and do something
today will
replace it
in the time
loop.
Trust me.
You don’t want
that.
Today is going
to be a
Motherfucker.
Wake Up!
—Patrick
Murfin
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