mudders day

barely a blip on the radar screen of time

us

you and me

humans

mankind

(talk about an oxymoron)

that’s us

the ones with opposable thumbs

the ones who can reason

the ones who make tools

the ones who build bombs

the ones who spill oil

the ones who poison oceans:

we are barely a blip on the radar screen of time

but we will be the ones to bring this planet

to its knees

we flew to the moon

but we can’t cure cancer

we can’t cure aids

we built the pyramids

but we can’t keep the peace

van gogh painted "starry night"

and Hitler built Auschwitz

ideals i felt when i was young

seem naive and impossible

monsters walk among us

stealing children

for unspeakable cruelty

and death

men drunk on power

savage their brothers

rape their sisters

babies starve

innocents suffer

and everyone bleeds

if jesus walked this earth today

would he not weep again?

I worked in the garden early mudders day, then made guacamole and tacos. Took a nap

after I showered and drank a lovely cold Corona Light. Got my pattern making class today.

then got to work on English comp papers and term paper tomorrow. It is very hard to be

62, and in classrooms with people who have little world experience and still manage to laugh

up their sleeves at the frumpy old lady in class.

hmmmmph