Tremors
Blessed rain, which quenches the thirst of the soil
Pure water which washes away from my body impurities, and soothes from my psych, accumulated debris. The pollution absorbed as if by osmosis, from the collective wails and desperation of man. When it shook last night, I did not blink an eye, however,this morning, when I was an unwilling witness
To a couple of guys chatting in back of the bus; I involuntarily shuddered. Not from the cold. My soul shriveled and shuddered as if touched by an electric shock, or as if I had stepped on a dead rat. The conversation pertained to stuff like parole officers, court dates, fines, the need for $55 to cover some ticket, and finally as to how one knew someone, who knew someone, who knew the kid
Who has tattooed upper lips, and was beaten recently by the cops. “There will be a demonstration this afternoon.” He mentioned to anyone who might care. My spirit recoiled and trembled, shaken to the core simply because of the casual way this was discussed. As it it was a normal part of life. Like inexorably getting old, paying taxes, and eventually dying.
As if it were normal to have your life minuscule dissected, and dictated by Absolute Law. I shuddered when I perceived restriction and infringement of one’s indelible freedom of choice, and the right to liberty and happiness for all. I shuddered by the simple acceptance of traffic cameras, which are prone to make mistakes and inflict monetary hardship on families already strained...
Beyond the norm. I trembled by the casual way the patriot act was passed, without careful scrutiny, so that any law abiding citizen, who demonstrates dissent, may be black listed. I shuddered by the meek acceptance of cameras everywhere except the toilet, one hopes. I closed my eyes for a moment to shut their horrific conversation.
I focused on the flowers, the trees, the book resting on my thighs.
I smiled when I recalled that this very nationa was founded by
Dissent and those brave men and women who strived for the highest of ideals…yet, what would they say of what’s transpired thus far? Just then…I focused my intent, on the plan of my escape, to the civilized Amazon jungle for a while.
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