On Friday, it rained inside
the memory of millions’ will
a thousand thoughts and prayers
only imagined if nothing
out there-the voices sing
children’s songs like rocks skip lakes
beat against coming ripples
to sink the swamp of fear
along the hope of will.
The will to act shudders
open doors and presence.
Is to stand a fervor?
The will speaks nothing plain.
To figure future plans
is a puzzle of the heart-
a babble of the gods-
there begs a knowing act.
Decipher what lies plain
to strive for better yet, and
listen to the folks
who cannot hold regrets.
for Greta Thunberg, and others
Taleless Cats Ltd. 