June 1 2020: We Are Ill

I am not a political person. I barely pay attention to the news. When my mind and imagination aren’t allowed to wander they are directed at the things immediately around me. I am, by and large, oblivious to the world around me. I am privileged to be able to be that way.

This poem is not one of my best examples of wordsmithing and the subject matter is not intended to be inflammatory. I want it to make us think. I want it to make us feel. I want it to compel us to open our eyes. Because we are not well right now as a nation, as one people under God, and we really need to examine why and think about how we can all be better.

Day 282: Numbers

Realized this morning that I’ve once again got my days mislabeled in my poetry journal, and by extension, this blog. Dang it. Corrected them in the journal but I’m going to have to set aside some time to fix things online in the near future. At least today’s number is right…I hope.

Numbers