What a taxing day!

Full of charge and counter-charge,

bombast and innuendo.

~

If truth were taxed, he

 would owe none since he never

found it worth investing in.

What would happen if,

as a nation, we acted

on what we say we stand for?

~

We just might become

that shining hilltop beacon

we profess ourselves to be.

Qualifications?

Do we need a litmus test;

nomination implicates.

~

We already have

litmus tests for character:

honesty and wise action.

Civilizations

die when tyrants shout and the

tyrannized remain silent.

~

Evidence of that

institutional decay

sullies every monument.

How time slips away

in these Covid-19 days

of enforced isolation.

~

We count the minutes,

hours and days but sadly

it’s just a zero sum game.

If we spent more time

with nature, perhaps we would

come to see more completely.

~

We would surely see

from different perspectives

by spending time with some weeds.

Making a come-back

implies that you were behind:

hard admission for the “best”.

~

 No admission here –

just words from someone who is

asleep at the switch.

We live beneath one

sky. May we join the sun, moon,

and stars. May we too bring light.

~

Into this darkness,

let’s add our luminescence,

dispelling willful blindness.

So, It’s a day late

and likely a dollar short…

sometimes it be like that, though.

~

Always grateful for

your willingness to engage

in this, our poetic play.

May we continue

to work for the justice she

sought when she was among us.

~

“We Shall Overcome”

was never more apropos

than it is right now!