The world tumbles now and then, here and now, like the washer that must pay its debt. It spins, swirls, swooshes, tumbles garments upside down in an endless circle. The din of an overtasked machine parallels the cacophony of the noise of our marketplace and a harsh climate. Exasperated, We The People, speak up! Nevertheless, the crabby cloud continues to thunder. Drones in droves drown frantic voices that critique its nuisance. Their emissions mix with disdain and hate to pollute the earth. Ice pelts fire, befuddlement rents the air. Fear, domestic and foreign, ravages the polity. Wild cats run amuck seeking preys to devour. Did anyone cry for help?

Mother earth, possessor of the noblest of breasts, rises to save her cubs with her milk of kindness. Reinvigorated bodies confront wicked gazes and growls. Salvaged entities believe a tomorrow with religious intensity. They also reflect. Contemporary dilemma is familiar and distant. We have walked this famished road before. When you turn the corner, it is Déjà vu! A haunting granny’s tale gnaws the mind. The apparitions, chiaroscuros, silhouettes so real they mirror the dew on soft earth ¾ inseparable, like shadows. Eyes fresh from dream state roll the reel, desperate for a rebirth, a remake, or anything to make the monstrosity go away. Tongues wag, throats pant after water brooks, fountains, or droplets to bellow songs of hope. Love songs and not thuds of hate ring in the air/ears. Assuredly, resolute minds will walk out of this dark abyss into the light. Apropos, Clint Smith says “Darkness Magnifies the Sight of Joy.”