I cannot put my words
Together
It is as if they are trapped
Inside my brain
Words I need
To express my distress
Feelings of disbelief
And if I am truthful
Horror
At what is being allowed
In the unraveling of my country’s
Beingness
I cannot get the words out
Write them down
Will have to let other voices
Be heard
Other voices exclaim
The anger bewilderment
Outrage
Like silt building up
In the pristine waters
Of a mountain stream
I will listen
Follow where they lead
Trusting it be
Into the light of reason
Again
For now
My hibiscus blooms large scarlet discs
Under my window
For now
I watch crazy flights
Of a Phoebe bird
As it snaps up insects
On the wing
Am mesmerized
By these different sized evergreens
On a hill
Above the Camino Real
Swaying as one
In the wind
For now
Music laughter
Kind voices from anyone
Anywhere
Human and animal
Voices of my children
My True Love
Sounds from my own world
The only real word now
For me
