Poetry

The roads are icy and the wind is chilling
The fog of information thick and clear
You aren’t free till your heart is into willing
To cut the bonds of ignorance and fear.

Drive carefully, America.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wiped down my cabinets, murphy oil came to the rescue
Unpresidented is trending about
So I cleared up the fallen snow before it turned to ice
And I logged off to look for America

Now they say the snow is coming
Out this way, so we’re becoming
All excited for the work that lies ahead.

There’ll be driveways needing clearing
Icy patches interfering
With the plans of children rushing off to sled.

If you must bear a burden,
Bear it like a tree.
If you must hide a secret,
Hide it like the sea.

Build me a cabin
Somewhere in the forests of sanity
Between the mountains
Of absence and familiarity.

Floating flakes of snow
remind us: time to slow
down a bit.

There’s always something to find: when
you lose your way you come to find
a chance to find your way again,
a chance to leave your past behind.

Sit down and listen:
Hear the muted songs of lives
Extinguished by the reign of guns and tongues.
Sit down and listen.

To know where winds the stream of luck
And whence arrive the rains of ease
Look where the tear stains the rug
With naught but night for company.