The Rememberings

There was a peace that we’ve known,
As we thought war was postponed,

For the days, for the years,
For the sake of squelching fears.

We’ve been unfolding in this storm.
Unfolding’s feeling like the norm.

The norm has been quite erratic,
To be polite and diplomatic.

In fact, my belly’s been a knot,
Such that I thought it was my lot.

I’ve tossed and turned in my bed,
While the war waged in my head.

Seems I’m made to haul a load.
Maybe wars don’t all explode.

Sometimes they seethe beneath the fold.
Beneath illusions of control.

Maybe this is the disruption.
We’ve sure seen much destruction,

Of the ways that have grown tired,
To those who yearn to be inspired.

I’ve absorbed this daily weight,
That has curled and skewed my gait.

Could this unease not be a qualm,
But the storm before the calm?