Shaken by election results.
Struggling to understand.
Trying to find a glimmer of hope
that bigotry won’t prevail.
That the sun will shine
and the breeze will gently
blow away the fear
that clouds my every thought.
Some day soon, perhaps.
But not today.

Trying to listen to Rumi’s words of wisdom:

All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.