There's so much happening in the world that it can feel a bit overwhelming at times. More and more I find myself just sitting in our living room with the lights off just staring blankly ahead as I try to process the day. This poem was tonight's exercise in processing.

There's so much happening in the world that it can feel a bit overwhelming at times. More and more I find myself just sitting in our living room with the lights off just staring blankly ahead as I try to process the day. This poem was tonight's exercise in processing.


Emergency

Everything is an emergency
Urgency birthed by complacency
My mind gets twisted and winds down make-believe paths
Oh to be far away in a place where trouble sleeps
Shut up! You selfish, tired soul

The privilege of status quo is heavy and deceptive
And still I stare blankly ahead
Frozen I sprint into the abyss
No matter the drums of hatred
No matter the bitter, weak men who abound
There is no refuge from stupidity and self-preservation

What is the justification for action?
Who decides what gets the clicks?
Controversy pays the bills
Do they really want solutions?
Emerge and see


Image:
"Farmer at National Rice Festival taking a rest, Crowley, Louisiana"
Photo by Russell Lee for Farm Security Administration/WP, 1938


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