"Daytime" - 4/21/25

In my mind I am a handful of confetti
The universe is the hamsa holding me sometimes

Safely more often with abandon pieces of me fall
By the wayside careening through space my spirit becomes
So unmoored I forget which part of my body is up and which is

Beneath the sun's rays my entire being squints contracted
A reaction to The News I am glued to three screens simultaneously
Shaking overflowing with the notion that this may all be an accidental
Reality can't possibly conceive today in my mind watches tick so loudly

They sound like a bombs I can't tell if it's because quiet becomes most
Quiet before the calm transmogrifies into every citizen's subconscious or
Because the only way to neutralize incessant negativity's outcries is to rise
Silently within oneself like a liquified Phoenix bursting at one's own seams
Flames' internal efficacy proudly burning with eternity's only true fuel: hope

Blessed art though, or Lord our G-d, King of the Universe, who allows us to
Dream wearing imagination's cloak even in the deepest despair-ish daytime