Wind Chimes and Silent Snow
Weight of the world day,
Explosions rock our sense of security,
While we wrestle with dread of gun registries,
As if we fear our own government,
More than any Al Qaeda.
More than any Bin Laden,
We worry what those we put in charge,
Will do or not do,
To us and for us.
As if having a secret gun in the closet,
Will save us from tanks,
And more real,
The slow erosion of our freedoms,
Happening right under our noses.
The bankers are still making their,
Multi-million dollar bonuses,
And I will never see the end of student loan debt,
No rest for the wicked possibly.
The cries of the wrong things,
The frightening things,
Are stunning and loud,
My ears cannot bear the noise,
The shattering glass,
The shattered faith.
I follow a cat out into the night,
For I can think of nothing better to do,
Having gorged on too much Huffington Post,
And done time in the Twitter-verse.
It’s freezing outside,
Which at first only adds to the despairing breeze,
Until a thread of wind chimes,
Soft in the distance,
Winds through the madness of the day,
Quiets the mind just enough,
To take a full breath,
To remember where true security resides,
To hear only,
The silent snow.