Weekend
May 15, 2017
Along the Potomac River, between Mount Vernon and the White House
A nap,
A walk,
A piece of pie,
A slice of cake,
A pint of ice cream,
A bottle of beer,
A glass of wine,
A drama,
A comedy,
A documentary,
A novel—
It is never enough
There are never enough
Distractions
To forget.
How can I let myself
Even for a moment
Forget this man/these men
This ego/these egos
Their actions and policies
That destroy.destroy.destroy
With glee and arrogance.
My mind
Has become fraught
Aghast
Grieving, yet
Hoping
for a rationality that is more than
beseeching supplication.
When will it end!?
There are only momentary respites
From this reality.
How hard is it to live in a time
Of circus mirrors where everything is
Wrong/opposite!