My Epiphany

Yesterday, I sat down to write today’s article. This is the week I scheduled to lay out President Trump’s plan to punish the poor. There is more than enough material to prove this is the administration’s and Republican congress’s plan. As I sat down to write, I felt an overwhelming urge to walk away. Go work in the garden or play guitar or piano.

That’s when I had my latest epiphany. All this political stuff is important and it’s depressing as hell.

I’ve decided, for my own health and well-being, I need to stick to my own wheelhouse. My purpose in life is two-fold:

        Create as much beauty as I possibly can in this world.

1. Draw the attention of others to all the beauty and bliss I find already existing in this world.

Someone else is going to have to fight these political fights.

I’m out.

Here is the first piece my self-redirectioning has produced:

Safe

I sit peacefully on the front porch

Safe from the early March rain

Gentle and cold

It washes the pine pollen from

                the trees

                the air

Causing it to gather like greenish-yellow dirt

                in the cracks in the sidewalks

                in the gutters along the street sides

The wind picks up

Waving the pine boughs

I imagine they are palms branches

I am Egyptian royalty

Safe and wealthy on my front porch

A solitary dove calls from a neighbor’s tree

As I am about to answer,

                preparing to blow the avian call

                through my hands

Another of its own kind responds

                from the southwest

The wind calms

The thunder fades to the southeast

The rain persists

It sounds like bacon lightly frying

As it collides with the earth

Each miniature impact

Reminds me of my safety

I linger