Our governmental institutions are broken.
Our economy is broken.
Our healthcare system is broken.
So many of us are grief-stricken with loss.
What does optimism mean now?
In this time of political chaos?
Even pre-school kids know
those broken crayons can still color.
We could still create a masterpiece.
We could call it, “America the Beautiful.”
Every time I went to the Homewood Theatre in the 50s
to see a movie, I would always buy
a box of Black Crows.
There was something about that perfect blend
of bitter and sweet that attracted me,
even as a young boy. This morning there were
three black crows pecking away on the road ahead of me
as I walked past the hermitage.
They flew away, cawing, as I got near
and then they’d land on the road again, a bit further on.
By the time I reached the end of the road,
at the White Cottage, they flew off south
into the morning mist that shrouds
the knobs, and you and me, in such bittersweet mystery.