Friday, September 14, 2018

ONCE AGAIN, TIMING IS BASHART—TODAY BEING GRANDPARENT’S DAY

That’s it!  I’m done!
I’ll not free my intuitive powers to add even one more thought to
The previous post (which saw a string of insights stream through
The conscious portion of my mind, upon awakening, this morning), and
As that additional stream of intuitive thought has been italicized at
The end of that post, perhaps you’ll agree to muster the patience
To back track one last time before we move forward, because forward
Is where life aims to take us no matter how often we feel need to glance
Back through moments in history, which no one but a dictator-in-the-making
Wants to repeat, and now, having voiced my fury concerning our inability to
Cut through red tape prolonging political passivity, which, having tied
Our think tanks into tension filled knots, offers up the primary reason why
We’ve not yet been able to brainstorm so creatively as to sack
A present day Fuhrer-Want-To-Be from launching one ball of fire after
Another straight into the hearts of the angry crowd of protesters encircling
trump’s stadium, which is why I feel need to continue to work at uncoiling
And expressing my personal build up of inner tension in as healthy
A manner as seems possible, and having vented at least a bit for today
Tis time for me to close The Book of trump, at least until tomorrow
Because between its covers I find nothing more than pages filled with
Expletives, one after another, which ignite the short fuse that separates
My surface composure from my inner need to explode, and being that
I plan to consciously switch gears from venting (rather than repressing
Bite sized portions of fury) so as to wholly enjoy Grandparent’s Day with
Ravi amid the multi-cultural assemblance of her three year old
Classmates, who have naturally become my grand daughter’s
new friends within the preschool environment chosen by
Celina and Steven specifically because of its Spanish immersion
Program, which feeds its student population to the grammar school, which
Shares the same campus that Ravi attends—oh wait—did I think to
Mention that as recently as yesterday, upon fetching Ravi—who was
Taking turns pushing a classmate on one of their playground swings—after
Pre school—my heart smiled to see the affectionate, opened armed
Approach of several of Ravi’s new playmates, each of whom felt
So eager to offer my precious grand daughter a hug as we were leaving that
As they circled round her, a group hug materialized on the playground, all
On its own—I kid you not!
Ohhmm ...


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