I'm like the spider looking for shelter from my own disappointment. To put it bluntly, the worst possible candidate (who called climate change a hoax) at the worst possible moment in Earth's environmental window won the US election. The same strange twisted brand of authoritarian style Conservatism also lurks in Canada and around the globe. This is a devastating result for not only the US but the world in my opinion. My faith in humanity is crushed and the insane amount of misinformation spreading like wildfire across the internet frustrates and saddens me. It's not surprising then that my poem for the
Poets and Storytellers United prompt "holding your breath” is dramatic perhaps but reflects my pessimistic political outlook, spurred on by Hillary's 2016 loss. For more optimism than I currently can muster, check out
Harris's concession speech.
The election, somewhat of a windstorm, preceded nature's windstorm in southwest B.C. Branches flew and the lights went out for several hours. Struggling in these dark times, it sometimes feels as if the lights blew out on mankind. But even as we appear to drown in our consequences, we have responsibilities to do better in our own ways.
