day 30…still processing

barely a glimmer 

it was a good day 
yesterday
from blue sky sunlit dawn
to gentle dusk
a productive day of work
lovely breaks for tea
it was a good day until
innocent souls fell from the sky
a horrible accident 
a newly coronated president
looking to lay blame for tragedy
on his watch, it was on his watch
blame on his predecessors 
on the beautiful diversity 
that makes us strong, not weak
it was a good day 
in my small patch of earth
and I cling to the goodness 
to be found in simple truths
in the rising sun, in bird song 
in the satisfaction 
of work well done
in a cup of tea 
sweetened by cream
long cold, now bitter
my heart breaking
for us all 

 ~kat

This is yesterday’s poetic offering. Sometimes a poem comes to me in swift sequence and sometimes, like yesterday, it takes me all day to sort out my thoughts. Yesterday was one of those days. I started to write in the morning, and added to it during breaks…I admit I was exhausted as yesterday came to a close. And so today you shall see will see two offerings of glimmers as we close out January 2025.

As awful as yesterday was, there were glimmers…tiny, momentary, but glimmers all the same. I cling to these detours from the madness. I cling to the small sparks of hope that they illuminate. Sometimes all we have is a window of light amidst a storm to remind us that the sun is still there in the sky. 

Peace, love, kindness, hope, and glimmers to you. Go gently my friends. Be especially gentle with yourself.

~kat