A Sobering Vote

We wake everyday to what I would like to believe is weird

Or strange… a maybe possibly laughably absurd

Attempt at a world

But truthfully it is grief glazed ceramics

And a violent blaze of painted confusion

Our psyches trying as they may to make sense of the nonsensical

I pray that the coming days part like the sea

Opening space for an unfathomable goodness to fall upon us

Please gift us a miracle

Of sweet honey as our throats are sore

From the silent screams that plague my dreams

And my tears for all the women I hope to see freed in this lifetime

Mothers, maidens, earthly havens and I have

A knowingness that this is the only way to wholeness

Though I will still cast my vote

Day One