Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Sitting on the porch......

We wait...
What will happen next?
How long will the threats go on for?
WE wait.....
And go to work each day
And hear
Of a ballistic missile attack
What does this mean?
And the American warships are waiting
With deadly intent
As they have waited since before Christmas
As the pot is stirred
And tensions mount
What will tomorrow look like?
Is it time for the embasssies to call us and force movement
We don’t know
My bag is packed
All documents ready
To leave
To where?
We are at the mercy of a vile narcissist
Who sees a way to save himself from full impeachment
We wait
For word
And yet the world here goes about its business
Cabs , cars, people walking
Is it real?
It’s surreal
And I am caught
Waiting to know what my coming week will be.

The Tiny World of Florence....

 Absence from the ones we love from those who are closest an emptiness Thank you COVID you brought to our minds the things we hold most dear...