My dear friends, I know I have been absent for the summer months. I’ve found it challenging to write due to the unrest, the vitriol of the election, the downward spiral of job loss with its consequences of homelessness and hunger, as well as the unrelenting deadly virus. What a summer! My muse went out on a walk somewhere. As I became embroiled in all the complexity of life, my brain froze, and I found sitting down to write was just too difficult. Then this morning, my muse – at a most inopportune time – whispered in my ear. What was I to do? If I ignored her, the thoughts would be lost forever. So I sat down immediately and composed this poem. Feel free to share it as long as you credit me.
I Wish I Could Send You Rain By Marie Staight I wish I could send you rain To quench the thirst of your land And all the crops and trees. I wish I could battle the fires To stop the burning Of your houses, farms, and wildlife. I wish I could send you the fresh, clean air. The unblemished air of a controlled climate Air to breathe without soot and toxins. I wish I could send you food to eat To nourish your bodies And help you grow strong. I wish I could plant justice In your towns and cities So everyone would be treated the same. I wish I could wave a wand to Mend all the sick and Rid us of this awful pandemic. I wish I could send you peace. A peace that quiets all the souls And brings love to one another. The only thing left in reality Is to wave my magic hand And VOTE to change all the epidemics. God help us all if change does not come If there is no cleansing rain If there is no fresh air If there is not enough food If there is no justice If the sick do not mend If peace does not come. My heart beats in panic Vote, Vote, Vote, Vote …
Chasing The Tale 