|this is herring cove in Provincetown at sunset. I can view a similar scene |
just about every night and I am reassured of holiness.
I should say something,
this week knowing
how much has changed
in the flick of a ballot.
I am not a fan
of the man.
Anger builds and fear swells.
This country damaged and misled:
I should tremble but not yet I don't
I should despise but not yet I won't.
Crazy, I believe the worse won't stand
Crazy, I believe this trouble gets us truth
I'm sorry we are all so pained
But I'm betting in the end we gain.
I can't explain why or how I am reserving judgement about the terrible miscarriage and mistake of electing Donald Trump as America's President. For some reason I think he is going to blow the lid off the racism and fear-mongering and divisions that have festered in the land for some years now, and for some reason I think a majority of people--decent people--are going to scream and insist 'Enough' and 'No More.' I don't know what that will look like--how severe the correction will be--but I believe there will be a correction that is already overdue.
I'm sorry the USA is putting us and you though this, World. It must be our Amrican nature to roll the dice. This time that recklessness will break our hearts, but I don't think the damage will drown us.
I can't tell you why I think this way. But for some reason I do.