Poem for The Day After

I am stunned, sad, disappointed, and fearful of our future.  But if ever there was a time for good people to be good, for kind people to be kind, it is now. Here’s my offering for today.

The Day After (Election Day)

There was so much noise in the cataclysm
when the waters of anger flowed, rose
rushed in to ruin, divide.

We ran to our separate banks
watched the river
flood.

We were afraid we would drown
in those mucky waters

but instead
we survived.

Oh, but here is mud and sludge.

With sunwarmth beating
in drywinds breezing
we pick through what to save.

Our neighbors arrive.
A child will find her missing toy
a boy, his truck.
The drenched recliner will mildew, cannot be spared, must go.
We save our photographs of the past
smile, remember.

We hug our children, say
Look, we’re alive. We have each other. That is all that matters.

We take shovels.
We take buckets of clean water. Soap.

We must hum, have songs on our lips
Our children are watching to see if we believe what we say.

~ Ann Heyse

sunrise

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