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I want so badly to believe this country is kinder and less afraid than it is.
-Courtney E. Martin

 

Of the many comforting thoughts shared post-election across social media and among compatriots, Courtney Martin’s resonate deeply (her blog “the examined family” is worthy of subscription).

In my post-election malaise, I wonder if I am clueless to the pain and suffering of those driven to vote for Donald Trump. That must be the reason, right? Things must be horrible if you are compelled to choose a leader who demeans people (women, immigrants, the disabled to name a few), who speaks like a 4th grader, who admires dictators, who threatens to use the military on people who disagree with him, who whips up fear and division to motivate people.

Things must be awful to believe a sexually abusive, often nonsensical, convicted felon, and aging white man will be a better leader than an intelligent, accomplished, thoughtful, young, mixed-race female. It saddens me that this kind of fear has taken hold of our country.

We are an imperfect nation. We are always on the way to becoming what the ideals of our constitution stand for. I would hope that joining together to seek solutions to the problems in our country – doing the hard work of democracy—would be the choice voters would make.

Why do I feel as though all we’ve done is vote in false promises?

post-election daze

 

I see…

the Gila woodpecker alighting

atop my gray ghost cactus,

shrill chirps announce each dip,

a drink of the night bloom’s remains

a hummingbird flits nearby,

risky click-clicks shoo away the pecker

so it too, might partake

but it finds nothing in the remnants

a flock of doves in thunderous sweep

over the contours of my morning,

so gleeful to swoop up

what they believe is theirs for the taking

a thrasher scolds, desperate

to attract attention to its cause

—to see the work ahead

 

©2024 Patricia J. Franz

images courtesy of pixaby

 And this, from Maria Popova:

In the instability, the possibility; in the chaos, the building blocks of a stronger structure.

  

Day Two, post-election

 

malaise lingers on the fringes

yet, we are still here

 

buoys bob at the harbor’s edge

remnants of a storm scatter across the shore

a ceiling of gray skies and bone chill

lets us know we are still here

 

and as we pick ourselves up, check for bruises

check on one another, shock wears off

reality lays bare before us,

set aside the sadness, the anger

 

get about the building

blocks of a stronger structure

 

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