Amidst the cacophony there are those sitting on the ground looking, in awe, at the wonder of growing things. And others, gazing upward at a starry sky feeling infinitesimally small beneath it.
And in the quiet comes wisdom that can’t be comprehended where attempts to be right or stronger manifests as louder.
I do not know the answers. I struggle to understand all the questions. But I know there is truth found in the most unexpected, quiet, and solitary places. And I know poets see things politicians are blind to.