We share everything
Our planet
Our moon
Our stars
Our lives

Without our planet; we are
nothing

The arbiters of power must be stopped

We cannot wait

Our world is burning

Why are you?
Have you asked that question?
I mean really asked it?
Does it fit?

I’ll keep asking THE question
It’s one of those elusive questions
Like a rainbow merry-go-round
Each time I hear a different sound

It makes me who I am
My infinite reflection

I stare into it
As it stares back
I am it

It tells me a riddle
What echoes without sound?

Why do you ask?
Why is it staring?
Who’s who?
You

I write without words
I write with pictures
I see a web of chaos
Though order isn’t way off

My mind plays catch-up
As my heart sees the strings
It sees the vibrations
Like a guitar’s open ring

I quietly freeze
As my soul searches
For meaning
Between the lines

I rode the wave
What goes down must come up
Pandemics and insurrections aside
Life is a good ride

My family is healthy
My heart is full
I’m not dead yet
I’m set

…and I know
This isn’t as good as it gets