The smoke\u00a0
A poem\u00a0
By Aaron L Miller<\/p>\n\n\n\n
9.11.2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The smoke is stuck over us, thick, rigid, will not move.
The fires are all around us
Choking off the wind
It\u2019s hard to breathe now.
Now we know how George Floyd felt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019re stuck too
In a world we created
In a world we knew would come
In a world too full of disaster <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a world where all we can do is escape to fantasy
To music
To art
To sport
To games <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where do we go from here?
How do we write our future?
Or has our pen run out of ink? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m trying to finish my work
But it\u2019s hard to breathe these days
Hard not to worry about my kids
Hard not to worry about my parents
Hard not to worry about family and friends <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The meditation helps
But only goes so far
There\u2019s only so much breath one can force himself to breathe <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are no easy answers
Not this year
Not this time <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lies are facts
The news is fake
The sky is orange <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everywhere I look someone is blaming someone else
Every one I talk to has their own perspective
And it\u2019s often more or less about them
( I know the same can easily be said of me )<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But where are the incentives for acting in the common good?
For choosing to help another?
For fighting now for the children of the future ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where can I put all this anger, this frustration, this sadness, this grief? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The smoke\u00a0A poem\u00a0By Aaron L Miller 9.11.2020 The smoke is stuck over us, thick, rigid, will not move.The fires are all around usChoking off the windIt\u2019s hard to breathe now. Now we know how George Floyd felt. We\u2019re stuck too In a world we created In a world we knew would come In a world too full of disaster … Read More »The smoke<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[13,38],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1627","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1627"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1628,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1627\/revisions\/1628"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1627"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1627"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aaronlmiller.com\/alm\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1627"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}