Random Musings in the Early Morning

Betty’s Two Icelandics at Sunset, Archival Digital Print, 2022

In the moist dark of 4 AM,

I wonder at the strangeness of thinking about the bomb and

Why are we obliterating ourselves?

How can we have handled the pandemic, which we knew for decades was an inevitability,

so poorly?

How can we be so divided as a nation?

that people even utter the words Civil War?

At what point

On what date

At exactly what time

Should we have swerved but didn’t?