Distracted

To the world, using 
media, we are calm.
View our feed, the
Storify narrative because
we won't be judged. We're
like a college, an institution
to meet the needs of everyone.

A problem though
is teaching everyone that
we are getting along
and joining in daily sing songs
and virtual exercise.
Somebody explains that I'm
not a good 'lerner.'

There are things to say
that night hurt
so stay outside;
teachers be talking,
and in my way
I'm subject to bias.


K.J.W.
March 2020

There's a Load on Me

Social Media tells me
when to be angry or happy;
these feelings issued by
waves of communication
called Social Media.
Is that what I am
now? Facebook, Instagram, and
Twitter telling me to 
be me.
Telling me my 
practices?

There must be more;
in other times, what
did the carpenter think?
My hearings are telling me
Ontario is leaderless, so I
ask, 'do you hold faith?'
What's the T?
as Rupaul says, and
I'm called to ask as well.

K.J.W.
March 2020

My Family Demons

"I'm well,"
I wanted to say;
I want you to believe
that I'm far from
really losing it.

That's what I control, the
assortment of feelings
and boxes of emotions
I'll allow you to see
with your probing questions.

I am not different,
we have all arranged
a facade for the world
to see, not turned
because it's not to 
be seen behind. And
yet I admit I'm
not the 'he' you
see.
In truth, it's something
that's not discussed,
to the detriment of all of
us. So I write.

"Brother," may I call you
that? A calling, not
military, calls me,
but I'm drifting.
It can't be ignored
and can't be answered.

Was there ever a time
we were honest? Of
course not. No reason?
The 'Odyssey' plagues us 
-do not read it.

Our society died,
as did our family
and for a while, me too.
Outside the cottage
you'll find some of us
escaping the reality
of the city: the end of life,
I say,
no one else says it,
I say, will be us
doing chores.


K.J.W.
March 2020