In The Time

In the time

Of early September

With the sun

Peeking through clouds,

Talk hovering

Over the looming

Canadian election,

The wave of refugees

Flooding into Europe,

The endless questions,

What will happen?

What should we do?

In the time

Of early September

With the sun

Peeking through clouds,

Nobody knew,

The questions

Were agonizing

And the answers,

The answers

Weren’t coming,

The answers

Weren’t coming.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:06 PM September 9, 2015

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