Like Weather

Somehow it didn't seem necessary
news to travel around the world
finding, collecting the latest horror
all of those things are here and everywhere;
like weather.

And everything that might be done has been
not enough credit to those in charge, press
has a way of making it all worse;
time for cornflakes, coffee, cigarette;
long drive to work.

Longer drive home, relaxed wine and dinner,
she didn't call; sleepy dozing, dreams:

Planting little boxes
plain wood, brown eyes
wide and still, waiting
for a box of his own.
Chidren of AIDS, orphaned wait.

Clear Africa skies, wispy angel winds.

Machine guns and dusty roads
trucks of mean men
off to show skin unwelcome;
little men and big guns,
farewell to stars and
ancient drums and dances of Kau.

Stormy dark Darfur angry skies.

Brown woman sad almond eyes
got news, sad news
healthy unborn, so ready to shine
lost to fates and anger;
cursed to be a female,
Mother must say farewell.

Cloudy India day, verging rain.


waking to dawn, busy day dress and drive
working all day, oh the sights of the city
and our problems and our woes
seem somewhat different today.

Sunny downtown day, high visibility.