Surrounded by green grass
and the soft babble of a peaceful pond
with a bubbling waterfall,
I sit in a Zen garden,
under the dome of my imagination.
Flowers bloom from light
streaming through the dome.
Sometimes there are showers
whose pattering drops relax me.
It is quiet and I feel safe
under the dome.

But the dome is cracking;
Greed, hatred, and stupidity
are outside, hammering to get in.
A slim fissure is creeping across the sky,
and I am afraid.
Alone, I am helpless to shore up the cracks.
Each day they seem to spiral out further.
Without help the dome will shatter,
its peace destroyed forever
by a million broken shards
left bleeding in dead earth.

I look up to see the sun,
but dark clouds block the way.
I remember that without rain
there are no rainbows,
and hope bright days are coming soon.

Poet Elise Skidmore
#Poetry
#dome
#coneofsilence

My pskreporter #GetSmart #ConeOfSilence is trying to twist into a #MobiusStrip which I think means I will simultaneously be able to QSO with absolutely nobody and infinitely everybody.

#HamRadio
#Singularity

Been revisiting: soooo much great Buck Henry mojo.

#ConeOfSilence
#ConfCall
#GetSmart

What I wish I had when taking a meeting at home when the kids are playing loudly.

#ConeOfSilence #GetSmart #TeleworkProblems