death of an experiment

so this is what it feels like to exist 
at a time of history repeating,
to wonder who they will come for
next; to resist hate in a world 
where kindness and compassion
are revolutionary acts, where caring 
is a liability, where the words on
my cell phone are an indictment, 
where it’s just a matter of time
before they find me out…well…
I’m not hiding…like mercury colliding…
I refuse to blend into oblivion 
with those who sleep through this 
nightmare while innocents suffer…
I read today, the bees are dying 
someone should do something, but
the inconvenient truth of the matter 
is, someone is me, and I don’t know 
what to do, except to shine a light,
to tell you, to tell anyone who’ll listen,
the bees are dying…because
I think you should know 

~kat

Today’s poem speaks for itself.  That said, I present to you today’s glimmer…literally, lightning in the distance and the sounds of midsummer nights in the foothills of Bramlett Mountain. Even while the world sleeps, the forest sings, for the trees perhaps? Another lesson to consider from these woods that I call home. 

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨