On the Sunday after the election,
I turned off the chorus of cable news pundits,
Called a friend and chatted for an hour,
Zoomed to virtual church for a drink from my spiritual well,
Washed my kitchen floor.
I listened to the wind rattling my windows and stirring up
Then I pondered how to rebuild the bridges between
old friends and anonymous adversaries
and then realized how tough
it is going to be.
ljgloyd (c) 2020