Raindrops on the windowpane
trickle down the glass….
adding wetness on their way,
growing as they pass.
Sliding down the surface,
looking from the outside in…
A raindrop hits the bottom…
then another starts again.
March rain.
Raindrops on the windowpane
trickle down the glass….
adding wetness on their way,
growing as they pass.
Sliding down the surface,
looking from the outside in…
A raindrop hits the bottom…
then another starts again.
March rain.
Robo call.
Scam call.
Hard solicitation.
I need to pause a moment
for some quiet rumination.
I pay to have my landline.
For my use. For my convenience.
But when you think about it,
it just doesn’t take a genius
to know it’s been degraded
to an instrument for scam.
And the longer that I pay for it,
the bigger fool I am.
Progress.
The forecast is for rain and snow.
I would like to say:
I’m ready for a bit of sun.
I’d like a warner day.
Today, we’re messing with our clocks.
We do it now and then.
Today we set them forward.
Soon, we’ll change them back again.
Oh, well.
Cloudy and gray.
Rain on the way.
Typical day.
Not much to say.
Love thy neighbor.
Understand: It’s best to walk with hand in hand.
It’s best to live in harmony.
It’s best to leave the missiles be.
It’s best to skip the scourge of war.
It’s best to love. That’s what we’re for.
May this night bring peace and comfort –
bring a stillness to your soul.
May this night bring silent blessings –
that restore, and make you whole.
May this night lend quiet solace
from the troubles of this day.
May this night grant gift of slumber
to renew you on life’s way.
This night.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Tangled thoughts swirl round and round.
Grown-ups heading ‘bout their business.
Slaughtered children in the ground.
The list of chores is endless.
They are never – ever – done.
As soon as one is handled,
up pops another one.
We pray for peace.
May we withstand
these gross intrusions on our land.
We pray for peace.
May, someday, Man stand tall together.
Hand in hand.
We pray for peace.