Dark ways

Away from Color

worry is the 
walkway
winding through
nightmare landscapes 
tangled, twisted, tortured
thoughts stained
wary with words
and deeds
of dread

May this unfolding feeling of dread, of fear please end. A white nationalist whispering in a certain ear, 24/7, absolutely unthinkable. How is that inclusive, reassuring, all embracing? Dangerous territory seems to await at every turn. We must guard against this decent from decency. Please let a chorus of voices uplifted drown out this madness.


For the Record
This day came in dark with rain on the way and very high, King Tides predicted.

All hands terrified.

Rest in Peace, Gwen Ifill