Muddied by Hope

The deep waters of the future grow clearer

As the tanks roll in

And the missiles rain down

Muddied only by the hope that resistance is not futile

That brave words count for something

That the will of the people can make a difference

Hope, the spice that keeps us going when all appears lost

That keeps us glued to our screens

Hoping that somehow the villain can be thwarted

Distracts us from the Elephant in the room

Even as that Elephant

Opens the heavens down under yet again

As the check list of improbable events rolls onward

Next will the aliens indeed appear?

Or will the long feared nuclear winter come first?

At least there is still the narrative imperative

The story is not yet finished

Currents still churn in the water

I watch and wait in my small corner of the world

A rabbit caught in the headlights

Dazzled and confused

Transfixed

Muddied by hope.