Maintaining Perspective

Turmoil in our midst
Leaders scoff at patriots
Warriors wither in wastelands
Glaciers cry in despair
Creatures choke in human filth

I want to raise fists red with anger
scream curses and insults
avenge sins upon the weak
mutilate despots and cowards

But then out of nowhere

I thought of you miles away
your heart heavy and sad
your body consumed by sickness
your turmoil I can only imagine

And I realize that this world chaos
pales in the shadow of our friendship

Good morning, my friend
May I just sit with you a while?

Tarry

She Warrior

Deployment.
Weapons anchor her girth.
Camouflage fatigues belie
the softness she reserves for her infant son
entrusted to a friend a million miles away.

And as she hunkers down
beneath desert stars in makeshift barracks
she prays.
Let him be safe tonight.

Home.
Diapers, schoolbooks, chores.
Her daily domesticity camouflage
the fierce warrior alert and poised
to guard and protect.

And as she nestles in
beside her sleeping husband
she smiles.
My sons are safe tonight.

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I posted this four years ago and am re-posting to honor Megan on this Veterans Day.