I sought that perfect image to make truth sing,
my readers weep. Fire and water, maybe.
Am I asking too much of the rain?

A few drops had fallen, as we entered Kansas,
where in Phillipsburg,
we drove past the “Yesterday Shop”
and the houses that looked like yesterday.
And when crossing the Republican River,
we noticed it was dried up. A sign of prophecy, yes?

Art or history? At this juncture,
I concocted a fathomable symbolism,
based on true belief, concerning what light
even our darkest corner may yet hold.
A part of the tale went awry in November:*

A spark cannot thrive in a downpour, you know,
a burning bush in a waterfall.
Was I asking too much of the rain—
looking for some tidbit of comfort
in which to increase my small but burning hope?

* when George W. Bush stole won the election.

First Published in Right Hand Pointing

**

See Alice Parris concerning stolen elections.