I stopped watching the TV news last year:
too much propaganda and spin made me
dizzy – newspapers, too, mere distractions
diverting my attention from what’s real –
to empty noise. Today I only trust
the story cubes, randomly picked and tossed.
Sunrise, a rainy April morning, a new day
dawning – the beginning of the future –
a straight arrow, true to its aim, direct
to its destination, straight to its goal –
and a man climbing a wall, pulling himself
up with his arms – getting stronger, stronger.
The future is now, obstacles in our path
make us stronger, keep us true to our faith.