Too many gulfs…

 

 

Hand me that hammer

 

This lightening sky pulls my eye

   upward from newly darkening earth.

Our troubled plain

   has no points of light just now.

We face fears, terrors, hates, imprecations,

   repudiations, exclusions…

Too many gulfs appearing,

   too few bridges imagined

     in the grim thoughts of too many.

 

I will build one bridge today,

   I welcome this lightening sky

      to ease my work.

 

November 9, 2016

 

I work on building a bridge every day. I try to do a good thing every day. That’s good for me and for America. It helps to keep me sane.

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