power
The days seem stranger
this year than during past ones.
Post election blues.
I can’t seem to shake this sense of impending doom. I keep watching the skies
as if the attack is coming. I know it won’t. It’s not the bridges they are after.
It’s the currency that is at risk, the banks, the cables, the jobs,
the system.
Let’s start a commune and grow our own foods, and organize outdoor markets
and share with each other our information and tools.
and learn to help each other instead of letting our silence make us vulnerable.
It is our pride and false beliefs that make us suffer in silence instead of facing it head-on,
as a group.
Even here, strangely, there is power in numbers, if we only count ourselves in.
Do the math.
This haiku for hearts was found on the Seattle Missed Connections right after the 2016 elections. As today is an election day in many parts of the country, let’s hope people are exercising their power and voting. I wonder if the results this time around will warrant the same sort of message. Hopefully not.
