Poetry Month: No Longer 22 of 30

For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month.  I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day. 

sitting across the booth
talking life,
grandpa looks up from his coffee,
"there will be a time
when you feel you no longer
fit into this world."

i thought the fast pace
of technology,
automation,
information,
would someday make me feel
far behind.

i thought it would be
the forward revolution,
evolution
of our planet,
which would become too quick,
would push me aside.

i never thought it would be
the backward turning of the clock.
the step back to inequality.
the lines drawn at borders.
the words divisive.
the lack of empathy.

i look at the calendar to check,
yes, 2018.
but the words on my computer,
the voices on my television,
the rumblings of the people,
seem of long ago.

have we learned nothing
in our time on this planet?
the shocking stories of history
still a part of our todays.
the earth spins around and around,
in counterclockwise motion.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2018