If things are getting ready
to reverse and disrupt,
communications and

conversations and
connectivity and maybe
the goddamn Internet

news feeds, we should
open like young birds
to drink deep of these

several coming days
of common sense,
sprouting lilies, droughts

of blood in streets, clear
poison-free gas-free
airways, simple sunrises,

days without screaming.
Thank you, little planet
buddy, for your liberating

discombobulations,
your fickle gyrations,
your turbulent metals.