this: a ‘better’ year
So, things are looking up. So why do I feel down?
In a state that’s hostile, a good job I have found.
This state detests the masks, yet my employer asks
‘our students’ to persist with these quite vital tasks.
I fill an interim. You’d think I’d jump for joy.
Yet this place I have found is not for girl nor boy.
For some SO traumatized, sad individuals
make it hard on others through acting on impulse.
When I seek a respite by looking all around,
what I find is bloodbaths, for drought and death abound.
Just where will our earth land and what is the meaning
of all this disregard? Meanwhile, we’re careening …
We’re on the verge of naught, of nothingness, I fear.
But all in all, I’m fine; digging this ‘better’ year.