Time heals all wounds
And makes normal the insane,
The abhorrent, the terrifying;
Like the frog in boiling water
She distracts and delays
Until it’s too late,
Until the world becomes
A boiling caldron
And we die, alone and surprised.

Time soothes, time softens,
Time takes away the fears
We should carry and hands us
The contentment we should discard;
Much as a belly full of food obscures
Starvation and those who starve,
Only a hungry body and a hungry soul
Can see what is in dreams ignored:
That the past is as real as the present,
The future flows from today,
And evil is apt to be alert
Even when goodness goes to sleep.

Written on Sunday, November 27th, 2016 as holiday meals and shopping distract from the looming, mortal danger of a Trump Presidency