sorry, not sorry

disobedience
offering sweet corn to deer
hell frozen over

desperate for safety
they come with nothing, but hope
disobedience
compassion knows no boundaries 
defying abject cruelty

~kat

Well, it’s official. Here in the US our resident winter weather oracle, the great and powerful Punxsutawney Phil, groundhog extraordinaire, saw his shadow this very morning at Gobbler’s Knob in Pennsylvania, declaring for all that there will be six more weeks of winter. I’m kinda over it, but hey Phil said it so it must be true.

Wish we had a similar forecaster who could tell us what to expect regarding the state of our society…oh wait…we do. When his handlers let him out of his secure bunker, lured into daylight by a double quarter pounder with cheese, he tells us exactly what to expect…and then does it, or at least tries to. Silly, sad wannabe. We just have to pay attention. if it means being awake, or woke as the kids say. Welp I don’t know about you but I’m thinking out loud here…this is NO TIME to sleep.

I confess, I am a criminal…I toss handfuls of corn for the deer on my property. It’s fucking freezing out there. There is barely anything left to forage for, and now Phil tells us we have six more weeks of this shit. I’m not opposed to civil disobedience when it comes to being a decent COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING!!! But I digress. Suffice to say I am not sleeping through the next four years of winter…did I say four years…I meant to say FOUR YEARS!!! Let this be my personal glimmer to you, for anyone who needs to know. I am a safe place. (You know what to do.)

Peace, love and fucking glimmers to you. Sorry,  not sorry, about the colorful language…words have power. We need to be loud, obnoxious and unapologetically out, upfront, and in the face of injustice and hate. This is not a dress rehearsal. Shits got real. 

~ unapologetically kat

Today’s poetry form is the HAINKA. Learn more about it HERE.