Whoops! Time grabbed my mind

and took off down memory

lane, leaving today behind.

~

Omphaloskepsis

is a most worthy pastime

as the twilight approaches.

Those incessant tweets?

Only a rat infested

mind could be composing them.

~

Soon, the only rats

left will reside in that head,

all the others having fled.

When there’s work to do,

kids are sure to alert you

with sudden, welcome, absence.

~

Perhaps they learned it

from watching Congress and Trump

leave town when there’s work to do.

When appeals to love

and reason are ignored, is

all that’s left self-interest?

~

When love and reason

fail to sway the hearts and minds,

go fetch a great big hammer.

Is “gullible” stamped

in neon across my brow

such that labors are assumed?

~

One look into your

caring eyes, my son, and folks

have got your number.

Could that toad that came

to our door be telling us,

 “Go back where you came from”?

~

Toads frequently say

horribly offensive things,

certain they’re closet princes.

When laughter fills our

throats and shakes our bellies, there

is no room for hate.

~

Since Schadenfreude

will keep us in this wicket,

maybe mirthful mudita?

Was Yeats prescient?

“The Second Coming”

seems to have arrived.

~

The Center, devoid,

can not possibly contain

those convictionless slouches.

Soft morning birdsong

a joyful daily greeting-

so much nicer than the news.

~

Morning birdsong beats

the news AND those annoying

tweets from you-know-who.

Life invites us to

its grand sing-a-long even

if we can’t carry a tune.

~

We can all carry

many happy merry tunes-

but some of us need buckets.