Thoughts While Watching the News

Scribble on scrawl, breath upon word upon breath upon word,

Wasted

As our fragile – no, frail – no, brittle world

Threatens to implode

Or shred

Or simply unravel.

Ages and ancients collide in the sands of time, the sands of life

And how can we know? How can we see what they see, when they see it all, when time and space thrash and simmer, meld

To the boiling point

And erupt.

And the watchers wait.