a weird hill to die on

to hate all that you see

and fear all you cannot see

must be exhausting

to direct your anger

at a ten inch square

and two elastic loops

to value individualistic obstinacy 

over compassion

over community

why?

your coffin will be 

lonely enough 

Sunrise song

there’s a cacophony
as I rise
pops and cracks
grunts and sighs
from knees and neck
and toes and back
percussion steps forward
as melody steps back
in middle age
morning song
the tympani
is loud and strong