If you’re seeing a mountain of disparate and conflicting information about which you can’t form a single unified narrative right now, that’s okay. That’s what we’re all seeing.~Caitlin Johnstone
Dawn’s sleepless hour, a storm
and I rise to cook while there’s power.
Sunrise reveals feathered pairs plot
ways to sandwich nests among the riprap,
squat to plan which escape their babes
might take. The mowing crews will bring
heartache–if you believe as I do
that life wants to live–you
vanquish the fantasy of control
a tranquil shore where humans never
go, immersed in screens of fear
or pacing with leashed dogs
on the tarmacadam road adhering
to austere demands. Am I a ninny
longing for hugs? A show of hands,
remember when we traded germs
quite freely? Abnormal now confirms
this is a war and my body
is the battlefield, and I must yield.
Even when they don’t have a clue,
I must be used, tossed like a test
(will I protest?) I do not know.
I’ll say it loud. And yet I love
and I am proud to live in connected
respect. I reject this abject
fear and misery. I’m here to question
every single thing you’re telling me.
I’m free to loosen my creativity.
So I rise up. It’s spring.
It’s time to plant new living things.
Also by Charles Eisenstein’s thoughtful essay about what’s going on right now, The Coronation.