I am moved by many things.
Those heart strings easily twang,
yes it’s true!
It’s usually some fine music
filled with souring melodic joy,
or a great epic film that roars
with unexpected delight, or a book
which reaches out and grabs me by
the heart and squeezes my soul.
Perhaps I am more morose now and
not looking enough for the joy, or for all
that goddamn positivity stuff we are
supposed to have in this solution focused
world where everything has it remedy.
No, lately I am of the darker side persuaded
and will not he turned by well-meaning memes.
I wonder about the world where deceit
covers over the cracked earth of suffering,
and no one seems to see the deceit or the
cracks, ever if they open up before them entire.
I ponder and try to understand but all that
remains is the bitter reflux of humankind.
And then I reason with myself that it can’t be all
that bad; after all, there are probably many like
me who wonder about the state of the world in
their private thoughts that none can see,
and they are good and want this world to heal,
even if they turnout with their faces beaming
as if the world is perfect and we’re okay.
Yes, lately I am moved, but not by rising
crescendos of sparkling musical delight
and poetry souring to the sunny skies,
only the minor key of discontent about our
tribal species which we think will conquer
all before it but is but tribal in the end.