Poem: Zzz

The poet in me waxes lyrical
The philosopher in me waxes mystical
The fighter in me waxes physical
The realist in me waxes clinical

Far-off snow peaks on a sunny afternoon
Pandemic days feeding us insanity by the spoon
Culminations of power struggles and global troubles from Beijing to Cancun
Early Spring starts with silence then a boom

Family and friends waiting for the apocalypse
Mother Nature begging us to kiss her lips
Fallen angels get no surgery for broken hips
Palpitating chest hides beneath six-pack rips

All the while the news cycle breaks the doldrum silence
Terrorists stop amidst a spreading virus
Cyber criminals threatening violence
Pulling down our card deck house of finance

We bow to dictators to our demise
Our soft-spoken ways marked by little white lies
We placate criminals, we kowtow to the anti-Bill Nyes
The gods, we think, will protect us as we sleep at night

I write this because I live in defiance
My DNA somehow contradicts any compromised alliance
Born a rebel, raised a lion
Calm like a cumulo-bomb wrapped in silver linings

The trash collector in me waxes practical
The wayfarer in me waxes international
The scientist in me waxes intentional
The warrior in me waxes unconventional

~ Gunnar Våken