We are encouraged by storms
along the Mediterranean, thunderous
footsteps, masses of legs tangled with torsos
and arms waving, reaching beyond
rejuvenated eyes on the shores of Cairo
and Tripoli – encouraged by humanity.
The earth has quaked, floods have become
a work-in-progress – some ranges rise
while other mountains melt into farms.
This sun illuminates an instant age
of transparency – where secrets sell quickly,
and information cheap for Everyman
reaching for a dream. The despots fall
like fences under hoof as the herd
grazes fresh feed for a little while.