As I clutched my morning coffee
and sought some inspiration,
I searched election-day sky
in vacuous contemplation.
And there it was, the message
amid chaotic fall:
there’s always more than one way
to rise above it all.
To be sure, dear reader, I have not risen above it all; I’m loony and weary and full of opinions. When I try to rise above it all, I just thud down. And so it was that I watched these hardy folks float over my head and accused them of taking the easy way. Which is definitely not to say that I wanted to be up there with them! Mocking gravity while dangling in a basket is not my idea of rising above.