Struggle of Understanding

It’s not easy

Seeing two sides of the coin

When all my mind tells me

Is the whole racquet is annoying

In my own decisions

Or indecisions

There is a vision

Of struggling to understand

That people make their choices

As hard as it is to watch

I know it

But no one wants me to

Stand on my pulpit

So in silence I will struggle

To understand

Withholding judgment

As best as I can

Rhetorical Waves

It started with a few words

Like a leaking faucet

On a dry day

As the hopes of many

Became united

In one discrete shade of

Grey

So they say

That the rhetorical waves

Had begun

From the drops into the ocean

It all was one

In that moment

I knew the sea change

Had already won

My Straw North

The old county

Where I grew up

The straw north

Outside the state park

Where you could hear the rides

At night

Off the highway

That creaked in the evening

And cracked at dawn

The fields filled with

Corn and life

Back on

The other side