Thought I would hear
your voice
in all of this tumult.
Rising above,
as you always did.
Quietly
opinionated,
up until
the nerve is struck,
and they you would talk
with your hands,
and fix everything.
You,
always had an answer.
Seemed to see
the forest for the trees,
at least,
when you were looking.
Now, we see the rising
of the tide,
and there’s no faith,
no reason,
no discernible
rational at all.
Just confusion,
and uncertainty.
Where are you now?
With all your great ideas
and criticisms,
about how the world is run.
Are you lost?
Are you taken?
Are you sick?
are you broken?
Has the world
swept you into silence,
or has age
dampened your resolve?
Maybe you got sick
of being right
too often.
Maybe you were wrong
about it all,
and disappointment changed you.
Maybe you’re afraid,
sheltering in place,
because we’ve never seen
anything
like this before.
Where are your words?
Your thoughts?
Your imaginings?
Missing an anchor,
this conversation
goes adrift.
HG – 2020
