On a cold November day,
Your favorite month,
I’m at my desk —
Unsettled, out of sorts..
The calm grey skies
Shattered by senseless violence.
Our leaders’ calculated opportunism
In service of political advantage is
Reflected in cruel indifference
Rationalized as the pursuit of happiness.
You and I have worked to build a
Life fueled by warmth
And decency and love.
With our friends
We take steps
To continue the conversation
That leads to a better world
Not always easy,
November 16, 2017
One thought on “For Cathy”
A perfect November poem, dedicated to a beloved friend and colleague.