The sun is up
beautiful light-tinged clouds drift
like cotton
slow motion over the
vast
baby blue
sky. 

A candle burns
music plays softly
the violins
the flute
the piano chords
puppy is asleep in front of the fire
feet sprawled sweetly behind her
black pads peeking through riots of white hair

speaking of riots

no

this is sunday
day of rest
a no new news day
no reason why tab after tab
remain
open

cnn, nrp, huffpost
copious twitter feeds
as though
they can
save
you
as though those
can help
you
find
yourself
retrieve you
from where
you've
gone into
hiding
just like those in the
hallowed temple
of our
precious
democracy

under tables
crouching
in aisles
gasmasks ready

you do find your anger
in some moments, your hatred
where your heartbreak
is
no one knows

but wait
the melodies
the strings
the crescendo

oh, the crescendo

there it is
in the haunting
voice
the endless ocean
frothing
with
such
over
whelming
sorrow

scant wave
flickering glimpse

back
to
headlines