I’m No War Monger
showed up on my doorstep
asking me how I was going to vote.
Can you believe that?!
I was honoured and humbled to say:
I’m voting for you.
But I admit I was a little star struck.
a small group of children came too.
They were arm in arm
with Tree, Prairie Grasses, Wolf, Salamander
and I’m sure I saw Honey Bee hitching a ride on Wolf’s ear tip.
They asked too,
that holy crew,
How are you going to vote?
I squirmed a bit when I said Water,
but they put my heart at ease when they wisely pointed out
that a vote for Water was a vote for them.
Then they partied on over to the next house.
An hour or so later
I was startled by the arrival of
(a ferocious couple: Earth and Air)
who blasted their way to my home.
Settling on the porch
into a noble pile of rich soil
and a lovely breeze,
they too asked me how I was going to vote.
Wow! I thought,
Air AND Earth asking ME, little ol’ me,
this important question?
When I told them Water
a breeze of relief wafted over me
and Earth left me a tiny gift of mycelium strands.
I didn’t event have a chance to say Thank You!
because just like that,
they whirled away.
I could see where this was going
and I wasn’t about to wait for fire to show her face
so I picked up my purse
and like my mother before me,
and her mother before her
(during whose lifetime it became possible for me to do so)
I went to vote.
I’m no war monger
but today, and all my days,
I will fight for all these visitors.
originally written October 19, 2015
Weak In. Weak Out.
With what do you feed yourself?
What passes from without
through your lips, eyes, ears and heart?
What nourishment fuels
the fires you build
the structures you errect
the words you set down
the touch you give
week in and week out?
From where comes your strength, your depth,
your care and your light?
open hearts and grief
aren’t built in a day.
They emerge in the chaotic order
of consuming the goodness on offer,
in amounts enough,
Or, let’s just put it this way:
White bread, coffee and bad news
fuel fluff, hype and fear.
Weak in. Weak out.
originally written April 2014
Nicole Marie Moen
Poems, stories, quotes and musings about beauty, mystery, humans and all life on earth.