Why is that daffodil smiling
At the end of a cold winter
The cardinal in its Sunday best red
Swooping in search of its mate
Why are irises pushing upwards
Prunus ready to burst
Green buds pregnant on trees
Ferns disgorging their winter’s brown clothes
Squirrels digging for nuts
As if there is no tomorrow
For it seems to us there is no tomorrow
Of the shape of yesterday
A suicidal plane in France
Yemen disintegrates
Putin recapturing the east of Europe
The White House and Bibi’s house
Collide with nuclear intent
Zuma destroys Mandela’s legacy
Racism alive and kicking in the US Midwest
ISIS more dominant than the UN
Migrants and refugees drowning everywhere
Ebola conquered by MSF not WHO
Cruz starts his two-year wasteful campaign
Tomorrow should not be like this
Sure, each century has its moments
The Black Death, European revolutions
Darfur and Rwanda, the World Wars
But there were bright sides too
And more often
Where is the brightness of today’s tomorrow?
North Carolina, USA, April 2015
