THE new NORMAL? or a gift?

Just a catchphrase basin, ravine maybe? Frenzy
of water and remedial light... they think it's all
so relevant -flashes- humid skies swirling above oceans
warmed and wrinkled by a humane breeze. Anchors skulking
away, below the surface! I would never know the bombing
gods ("we trust") could feel so helpless,
so divine in the mirror of their Opposition?
I'm confused, an epochal pool, (not liquid perhaps),
though stagnant as a recent flood... what if they
crossed our shallow fateful river, would this theme
have never occurred before?

I'm not at all political. I'm not corrupt
or bemused with the role of the catchphrase medium.
I work in a garden, I plant trees near a vacant
shoreline yet I'm not imposing any special change in habits,
dreams, or irony either. I prefer less revokable modes,
like knowing the hours of a village library,
the striations of an oak branch stuck in a forested tree.
I know a quote loosely translated from a Milosz poem,
a (Gift), he would say, on which to end:

"There is nothing on earth I wish to possess.
There is no one who knows the worth of my envy.
Whatever evil I have suffered, I forgot. To think
that once I was the same man who didn't suffer
any embarrassment. In my body I felt no pain.
When straightened, I saw a blue sea and flagrant sails."