Today is the day of the unknown
Where America sits on
The edge of a cliff
Wondering which shoe will drop.
The world at large has watched;
wringing hands
and shaking heads
at circus performance
after performance
with no ringmaster.
Elephants escape from
cages and run wild.
The earth is broken.
Slice through the top of it
(some say — no matter the
ice is melting…)
and peer in to
its jack-o-lantern shape.
It’s face is haunted,
bewitched by greed
while others need.
Stir up the insides
with a tarnished spoon –
the only one we have –
and wonder what sort
of brew is this that
has been man-made
to sicken mother earth.
Today, hope that
more states play united
and pin their tale of
wish and woe
on the donkey
and win 270
free and clear.
Can it be true?
Perhaps this woman
with flaws in rough edged pantsuits
is the logical bridge
we must cross first
to transfer over
from the dominance of white male
and separatism
to the receptive,
thirst quenching
energy of the feminine.
But today is the day of the known.
The other shoe has dropped.
No one paid attention.
May light shine through
the darkness.
Do not let the torch of fear
carry us forward.
Pray.
The unknown still lives.
