Today's theme was either a poem on water or use the line from a Boys II Men lyric: "Baby, I knew about it. I just didn't care."

I thought I would have used the lyric, but I actually struggled with it since I was not able to focus my thoughts. I could have written a short story on that lyric.

So about an hour later, I moved to water. And I don't know why, but I was thinking about the rivers that are currently "overflowing," particularly in the Midwest. I remember seeing the devastation from a few years ago and each time returned to the same thought: why do people live so close to the river and the river is simply doing what rivers do. flow.

I stayed with the Red Cedar river for the poem. Another two hour elapsed resulting in the following.

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when the day is as long as the night

mud covered floor mats made in china

read like giant tarot cards

revealing secrets with seemingly indecipherable meanings as old as god

and certain futures as predictable as earthquakes.

when the day was as long as the night

the people from before knew that

water would rise to its own level

so they traveled with no more

than what they could carry need use

no more than what mother would provide.

when the day is as long as the night

distinguishable flakes meld into a rising flowing one

with no regard to stock prices on disaster

or millions of sandbags or supplications to another god

said to be worlds away.

when the day was as long as the night

the people from before celebrated

the god that flowed before them

and lost nothing to the river

bathing in its glory delight

and winding prayers of mud and snowflakes.