a new poemish I wrote

I wrote the following as a nightly post on facebook. I post a good night message of some sort every night and this was last night's offering.
Who! who! cries the owl 
swooping, wings silent in the night
alone he circles, watching, waiting
as the moon's silver light 
catches the gleam in his eye
his talons gleam in the night
wise and ancient his lore and his task
for he is the keeper 
of your nightmares
he is the antithesis of your dreams
but fear not, for this night,
he keeps the dark for himself
that you may dream of
happy things, of daytime things
of love.


hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Today

This country and my life have something in common, an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. I feel like I have no real purpose anymore, my kids are grown and don't need me, Lee (my husband) is busy with his work and his jewelry making business and would be fine without me, I can't even think of a goal to set for myself. Between my health restrictions and this horrible lack of motivation, most days are spent just waiting for them to be over.  I think our country is in a similar position in that it needs a common goal that EVERYONE can get excited about. Like how this country was after the depression during World War II when we (well they) all felt connected and a part of the effort. I wonder if it is too late, for this country and for me. I guess we'll all find out eventually. I sincerely hope that it's not too late.
Talk to you all again another time....