Ocean: The Women's March January 21, 2017

Our ocean teems
With beautiful, violent life
Stretching past the limiting horizon
We embrace continents,

Wave after wave of us
Ebbing, surging, cresting, flooding
The city streets with our bodies,

Pouring into every open space
Carrying our words, our fight, our sons
Our daughters.

Welcoming wind and rain and snow
Our roaring waters swell.

Stand in awe of our majesty.
Beware our raging storms.

Novus Ordo Seclorum: January 2017

A vague cloud of ether gathers
Spreading its ominous stench.
The sun rises on a terrifying world.
Our spirits huddle, our leaders hide,
Benumbed, afraid, or stupified.

Wake up!

Brew dark and potent change.
Speak incantations that conjure dragons.
Wrestle gods and angels for practice.
Cry havoc against the foe.
Join the battle with pens and pitchforks.
Do not go gently
Into this new world order.

Wolves and Sheep

“Tend my sheep,” the master said.
They called him teacher too.
Are you sheep, dear ones?
In times like these, you should be
WOLVES -
fierce and strong, pack at your back,
teeth bared and ready to attack.

Rage in the temples if you must, dear ones
for we have let you down.
There is a time to every purpose
and this is no time
for sheep.