Thinking of Somalia
These spring snowflakes agree on nothing. Most move
downward but a few are caught in contrary
air and rise on it. Many travel left
to right like print, though some run like thoughts
in a helter-skelter Manson mind. But all
are drifting. Just as, in a different climate,
all too many are caught in political
winds. They stumble, struggle as they
wander toward food, water, medical aid–
they hope. Thin tapers of their bodies
and of their children’s struggle not to melt away
while governments agree on nothing.
© Copyright 2016 Paula Schulz
Paula Schulz has badly rhyming, hand printed (second grade?) poems in her baby book, and has been writing ever since. She lives in Slinger, Wisconsin, with her husband, Greg.