Poem for the night
The moon is silvery white in the sky reflecting off the sun we can no longer see on this day, we assume it will return to our field of vision in the morning but there are no guarantees. Will we awaken to a different world? In some ways it is different every day but lately it is just one gripe after another, about vandals and perceived slights and denials and blame and absolutely under no circumstances is there any accountability, only childish behavior all day. The moon will come back tomorrow and shine again and try to reflect off a pool filled with algae, the same algae and even new algae that’s always been in that pool but of course the fault is someone else’s, someone who was never responsible for the pool. And while those of us just trying to finish the day with our families fed and the bills paid and no one sick will try to sleep through the night, a man-child will be on his phone or computer dreaming up conspiracies and excuses that are ludicrous and ridiculous and nonsense. Will anyone speak out or stand up and make him sit down and behave? Slowly it seems some are waking up to the fallacy of allowing one person to run amok while pretending to give a damn. How many moon cycles will we survive with this guy?