We spoke of the news

long into the night

and in time for the moon

to dance between the slits

of our blinds

and our once blinded opinions,

a coal fire dying slowly

and our lungs to breathe

in the remains of the dark day

that had passed,

huddled together

we spoke of the news

of the constant evil, of the never ending

criminal, corrupt, immoral

and natural disasters in which

deep down we crave, to satisfy

our longing for calamity, our need

for smiling through adversity.

Last night we spoke of the news, curled up

in each other’s arms, and as we said goodnight,

we wondered

what tomorrow would bring.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018