Willcox Elliott

The skies are clear and the sun is out,
the oars splash, and waves dance in unison.
Layers come off.
Layers go back on.
What used to be a breeze,
is now gusts pushing waves
so they crash against the hull

It tears people apart.
It brings people together.
It creates a whirlpool of 
debating, pointing fingers, and strategy.

Politics has brought divisions among us
and identity in an ever-changing world.

When we sleep
we drift up,
rising to 
a land of promise 
and opportunity.
A place where
we can dream,
and be ourselves.
We rencounter
the day,
and the day before,
going over it a hundred times

The stillness.
The quiet.
The calm.
The sound of waves.
The growing noise.
The never-ending wind.
The stillness,
the quiet,
and the calm.

 

Imagine you're a wave.

Where do you start?

Where do you end?

When to crash?

When to drown?

What to carry?

What to sink?

Which way do you go,

and where do you call home?


 

A nation in catastrophe,
that wades through a sea
full of defeat and terrifying laughter.
Searching for a bridge
bringing us to a new nation
committed to democracy,
A nation emerges withered and wishful