No surprise

We Are The Forty-Seven Percent

Surprised?  The way we're surprised when morning

follows night, at fuzz on a peach, the sea seeks

the moon, coffee keeps us up, lions eat

their kill, hens lay eggs, eggs beget chickens,

pencils go dull, fox sox box, sourdough

rises, stocks fall, the dog's wet nose, morning

dew, money talks, glass cracks, the haunting past,

Ellington swings, the knuckleball breaks, our

dad’s face in the mirror, mesmerizing

screens, bee's make honey, wine from grapes, the stroke

of a brush, the turn of a phrase, a well

turned leg, thirst and hunger, doubt and fear, am

I surprised?  The way I’m surprised when we

ignore the past, bow down to magic, see

Black or White, fall prey to fear; the prowling

mob bays for blood, bestows the crown of blame.