A poem for the times
it’s war and shellings
goodbyes to dads brothers husbands
cancelled and the promise of ceasefires
It’s streams of refugees
racism even now?
who gets in and who can
We forgot our humanity, again?
Why do we have any refugees at all
Why are we fighting
Haven’t we learned
Why can’t I stop thinking about what I would do with my dog, of all things, if the tables were turned?
And my life upended.
It’s flooding in Australia
And there are still Democrats and Republicans drawing stark outlines between things
We are fighting about oil?
Don’t forget climate change
and it’s going
Where can we go to escape the noise?
All I want is to lose myself in the throat of a flower