An America's Storm

Ah, a temporary respite

During the lull in the storm,

A time of reflection

To what they call the norm,

And as we stop to see

What direction is most bold

The storm resumes its pace,

So we huddle in the cold.

And as it is with many storms

There are elements, more than One;

Wind, Rain, Hail, and Snow

Before the storm is said and done.

And as we seek our options,

While viewing a stark tomorrow,

We see that different truths

Can bring destructive sorrow.

So we go our separate ways

Remembering that we are One,

United by "these truth self-evident"

Under the American sun.

And even though storms may rage

Most can see the light,

Ever changing and rearranging

Through the storms of any night.

And when it's over we still are One

United under the American sun,

Even though storms may rage

We manage to "get-er-done".

Yes, America must continue to change

Or She'll be frozen in the midst of a storm,

A storm with fractional divisions

Far from the predictable norm.

JE Falcon

01-20-2021