Mania

We've been hijacked

Assaults to our senses

Flooding information through streams

The Department of War

Bombing boats while destroying our peace

Just another manic Monday...through Sunday

I want to turn on my signal

Move into the slow lane

Where my heart isn’t racing

And my head isn’t churning

Savor the flow of life-giving pleasures

The slow, ordinary magic of everyday

A cuckoo clock pausing on the hour to twirl and sing reminding me to pause

The unhurried roll of an ice cream truck waiting for delighted children

The breeze of an oscillating fan as it moves just in time to provide relief

The rhythm of a baseball game with walks and a seventh inning stretch

A Sunday afternoon nap nestled between lunch and an unscheduled evening

I want to take weeks to write a poem

Unhooked from the headlines

Untamed from media putting me in an angry cage

While joy is drowned out by chyrons and sound bites and gifs

Let’s pour ourselves back into each other

Listening, watching, and making slow magic