We Have Signs by Rubin Starset
Election Day Memories
Missed Connections in Boston
I remember when you and I would argue over which way to vote was right…
Democrat or Republican…
truth be said I miss those arguments more than you will ever know.
I miss knowing that you felt it was an important part of responsibility.
Even though we may not have always agreed, I know one thing-
I am sure we both would vote for the same guy this time around.
Four years ago we argued left and right over this…remember?
Wow, who knew we both would probably both agree today about voting the same way.
I miss you…
I miss everything about you…
I wish I could send you a sign so that you would actually believe it….
Her Two Cents
I write this as the election results trickle in and I have to wonder what tomorrow will bring. As a society we argue, we fight, we disagree, about almost everything. It seems like every four years passions run high and we think that the world we know, as we know it, will surely end or plunge into the deepest, darkest turmoil if choices aren’t made in our particular way at our particular time. The world is littered with signs of every type and stripe but often we refuse to see the most important ones that aren’t written in big block letters on brightly colored construction paper.
We are becoming a society who lacks common sense and who are so confused by mixed messages and sound bites that we can no longer think for ourselves…the simplest solution is not usually the best solution…problem solving takes time and thought and a great deal of energy mixed carefully with common sense and the willingness to follow something through to its conclusion.