A hail storm
A downpour
A thunderstorm of sound
Familiar voices looped

Blasting
Darkening
Suffocating
Drowning

Ear buds
The only outgrowth
Rootless in
Jammed into
Infertile soil

Blasting free petals
Tearing
Grinding to a pulp

Any independent thought budding
Trying to surface
Or any having breeched in an unguarded moment of quiet
Having the audacity to bloom

I’ve had, started, and half written so many posts from Trump to Comey to random events and occurrences of late that have felt about as half baked as this world. 

I just finished a four month long project which is a relief. I also just did some dishes and push-ups. Another kind of relief. 

I started reading a book called Mind Over Money. The New Better Off is up next most likely. I also need to finish A Curious Mind. 

I will buy tickets and plan three trips to the Caribbean and Asia over the next few months. 

I had a bday this week. My mother’s wish for me is that I find someone with whom I want to build this year. Loving mothers. 

I could go on; but everyone has a life that can be interesting, vapid, repetitive, routine, boring, inspiring, ambiguous, anxious, fulfilling, and aspirational. 

I spend time wondering what’s going on with other people. Those who don’t blog or bloom, or share their thoughts with me.

The only reason that people don’t think that Donald Trump could be President is arrogance. We are no more special than those who had to endure racist and bigoted administrations for generations in sequence; and really, not that long ago. Further, that’s to whatever extent we think they ever disappeared.

People also arrogantly presume that others think as they do, but statistically many of your friends, neighbors and colleagues are Trump supporters – even here in the North East. 
You might even be one, and I accept that.