Morning After 2020 Election

This morning...

I turn to art.  
Writing a poem or two.
Certainly reading the poets 
who wrote about hope
from the middle of hopelessness.
And collage-ing...
Putting pieces from
crazily disparate scraps
some torn
some cut
some overlooked until now
into a new whole
with fingers crossed.

And video gaming
in a world not my own
fishing for the elusive blue fish
picking flowers
taking in the scenery

and killing bosses.