What could split
this world in two,
comes as easily
as snow falls
on a November morning.
Quiet,
and mostly expected.
The weatherman
announced it
days before.
No one is surprised,
but there are still
so many
caught unprepared.
Those sweet,
summer children.
Who,
like the grasshopper,
fail to acknowledge
the future.
Every day
we watch the wedge
get driven further,
but we are already conditioned
to cheer against
the other team.
When terrible things happen
it is only to “Them”
and they deserve it,
because those in power
tell us they do.
The fissure widens,
and the snow falls.
Not time to think about
fixing it now.
Too easy
to stay home.
Too easy
to comply.
The winter is cold
and there are wolves
out in the fields.
The snow comes down
so quickly.
DJR – 2022
