We don’t have to stay this way

We can continue squabbling.

We can sit atop the high horse.

We can pretend we are the moral authority.

We can point the finger at someone else for our world’s problems.

Or we can reach across the aisle.

We can humble ourselves.

And we can create something new.

Humankind is counting on us to admit that we’re broken and imperfect people.

And we may be arrogant and self-righteous, but we don’t have to stay that way.

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Kirby

A leather chair

soft, spongy carpet, curled up like a perm.

One hall, 4 bedrooms.

A kitchen –

where my Paw Paw is

making his peach milkshakes.

Foggy, faux-glass cups.

Ice cream and peach particles

sliding down the throat,

soothing.

Golf on the TV –

more in tune with the wood furniture

than modern plastic.

An afternoon stretched out

like cloth on an ironing board.

Pressed, warm to the touch.

a pleasant nap.

My Paw Paw in his white undershirt

pleated slacks

whispy, disappearing white hair

and craggy nose.

Eyes as dark as wise.

 

Present.