Held Tight

Held tight by disbelief

tighter still by dismay.

 

A bloated buffoon

with forked tongue

in charge now

and able

to set a course

to dictate

to hold the cards.

 

But the winds still move

according to earthly laws,

birds fill the trees

as morning crests,

children still say

“You are so silly.”

 

Please.

Please.

Please.

 

Not yet,

not yet.