If I forget to say thank youI know that isn’t rightBut it isn’t out of maliceIt isn’t out of spite If I don’t stop to say I love youIt’s not that I don’t careI just feel scatteredIn a million pieces everywhere If I never say I’m sorryI still feel it deep insideIt just got tangled …
Monthly Archives: November 2022
Holding our breaths
A poem for election day Is this howThe Roman charioteersFelt when straddling two horses?Straining towards separate pathsDancing on the edge ofDisaster At leastThe Romans heldThe reins in their own two handsWe steer while yoked to madnessOn that at least weCan agree We hoverOn the future’sPrecipice HoldingOurBreaths Photo by Anastasiia Krutota on Unsplash
Drought
Look at the dried earthHardened, so that water onlySits on its crusted surface It will take months ofAbove-average rainfallTo restore the depleted reservesThat lie far, far underground It is only gradually that fluidCan be absorbed, softeningThe ground into a placeWhere things once again can grow It takes so much gentle healingTo recover from a scorching …