Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

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!