Earlier today I didn’t feel like writing anything, so I did not. As the clock grew older, I thought of simply pilfering one of my older poems. While I’m not above stealing from myself, none of the ones I reviewed felt true to me in the moment.

Well, sort of. I wrote this in December and I think it sums up national-level politics (and possibly your local/state politics, depending where you reside). Of course, it's not explicitly about politics and could ring true to personal experience/relationship. And now I'm second-guessing commenting on my own poetry.

Here we are

left to our own devices

Stuttering and fluttering

on toward another crisis

Originally written 12/08/2015