At Trump's hopefully last
State of the Union address
don't drink every time
the POTUS tells a lie
or praises himself for something good that happened
that really would've happened anyway
or remarks on his
slightly-less-than-half-the-country
approval rating
or brags about him
and the country
emerging triumphant
from a so-called "witch hunt"
or you'll get alcohol poisoning.
Instead think about how
sand dunes of the same height and volume
when put into a rotating tank
with enough water flow
to move the particles
will initially move at different speeds
due to the upstream sand dunes
"communicating" with their downstream neighbors
"I need my space."
After that
having found their places
180 degrees apart from each other
the two dunes
move at roughly same speed.
Then think about
how this applies
to American politics
and realize
that people of all stripes
and with opposite views
that will remain such
perhaps had to repel each other
before coming to the same conclusion
that someone
anyone else
should be in charge.
This poem © 2020 Emily Cooper.
