21     What tomorrow brings

 

Red sky at night sailor’s delight

Red sky in morning sailor’s warning

A week of warnings as this Sunday morning

Brings a red dawn to take heed

 

A brief respite from the calamity

Of our world that divides and frightens

I am not ready for another Monday

Bringing doom and fears for many

 

Feeling safe as I age in a northern

Paradise of green and liberals

Far from the too much and too little

I watch remotely as others suffer

 

They say to vote and send money

But there is little change for most

Take to the streets and warn the

Masses who turn and shop for comfort

 

The sky now fades with relief

I will slow my breathing and

Sink back down for one last moment

Before tomorrow harkens more trouble