News Cycle

The un-neighborly dog

barked til three,

my dog, calm as a cow,

slept one leg on,

one leg off the pillow.


The news was already bad by midnight,

dawn just made it harder to swallow.

God doesn’t strike me as a tiptoeing Father,

gracing every despot with resistance.


The commonsense of the sun,

the compassion of the wind,

will steal the thunder of hard blowing coal.

Cool water will yet have its day.


Eye for an eye technology

can’t see the forest shrinking,

eye to eye theology

we blink at the unsettling light.


Never Settle