Exhaustion

“A meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words.”  — Unknown

I slog through this morning

sigh at the visage in my mirror —

all shadowed and baggy-eyed

from a restless night of images.

The world feels tight,

as if I’m wrapped

by a snake squeezing the life

out of me.  It is this weight

of a world losing control,

a disease killing and keeping

us from those we love.

I’m weary of riots, burning,

pulling down of anything 

for the reason of pulling

us all in.  Hear me: Open debate 

and questioning our history

is something I welcome, 

but this has disintegrated

to political exhaustion —

and I am beat.

I need to greet the sunrise

at the water’s edge, rest 

in a meadow hedged in and filled

with green stems and a lushness

of colorful blooms, sleep under 

warm rays as the bees buzz 

overhead, conscious of life 

in harmony, our blessings,

restful, content,

silent.

If you do the same, perhaps

after a deep breath we can begin

those provocative and necessary

discussions on all we must 

attend to as responsible

and conscientious humans.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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