If there were ever a time
in the chaotic multiverse
in which we all exist,
a time to abandon
the joy and safety
of narcissistic introversion,
that time is now.
If we had ever been closer
to self-wrought extinction,
that time is lost
to the short-term memory
of history.
The village meeting-house
is locked in the garret
of each point of view.
If there were ever a time
when the final tenant
of Pandora’s box
must be released,
that time is now.
Chaotic negativity, tribalism,
manipulation, greed, and power,
lead us in a crazed final dance,
before the orchestra goes home.
Endless winter,
and the scudding grey clouds,
colour my thoughts.
Northwest winds blow
intermittent snow,
distorting my sight,
dulling the light.
Pale grey luminescence
infuses my days with drab,
and dampen creative spark.
Slowly stretching days
drag into winter night.
Hibernation envy,
and wishes of warm.
A change in the quality of light:
no longer a cold brassy glow,
a sparkle, a twinkle begins germination,
crocuses poke, as we perch,
in joyous expectation,
on the breaking crest,
the welcome verdant tide of spring.
