questions unanswered.
a lifetime of contemplated what-if’s.
presumptions –
insinuations –
allegations substantiated?
or denied?

at what point in the evolution of our us,
did we stumble upon the arrogance of autonomy?

signs of welcome we hang outside our door.
enter here!
come inside!
take shelter from the storm.
but just as the rain sets in,
we pull the plug;
no room at this inn…

how sad,
to find at this juncture,
closed doors.
when with such little effort the lock could be removed.

what’s that?
i thought i heard you saying prayers – counting blessings.
surely it was just the moaning of the wind.
obstinate –
one would presume –
the image of yet another self-proclaimed demagogue sequestered in a sanctuary of self –
while just outside the door –
clinging to the tattered remnants of hope,
a lost and lonely soul –
just within reach of salvation,
cries –
unheard.
or perhaps –
simply ignored…