It’s hard when truth lies
beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath
and words that meant everything,
are falling from tainted lips.
We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds
of our own making,
wanting to breathe in spite of it all,
desperately searching for a way out.
The sands of time are moving fast,
prone to lightning and cold winter wind –
its very nature extolling us to be brave,
to lift up truth, no matter what,
for there is no sweeter burden
in the age of now.
I was inspired to write this poem when I saw an advertisement for our local news station (Global) promoting itself as a reliable tool for “navigating the now”.