It’s hard to think of a complete post
when anxiety boils in the stomach,
“O Fortuna” echoing in the head from rehearsal,
watching the threads of sanity and good nature
dissipate on social media.
It’s hard to see the scared getting mocked,
the victorious turning cold and distant.
The Wheel of Fortune has turned, us underneath
what few have determined to be the “right” path.
And Fortune herself? Hah!
She sets in motion the turn we indicated.
Hands, many hands took part in twisting
this monstrous machination into position.
Choices were made, ballots were cast,
words sent in love and anger have left their mark.
Lest we lay down other trails, perhaps
leave sacrifices to change the course,
turn, this wheel must.
As for Judgement, let that gracious balance
come forthwith. Let it come with unerring aim.
May Anubis take weight of these quickened hearts;
may Dike confer with her sisters Eunomia and Eirene,
as mother Themis readies her sword
opposite the scales she upholds.

As for the small roles, play the role
you were born to play —
sharpen the mind, hone the body,
release the torn mask you kept,
and purge the maximalist habits that tie you down.
And as we continue in this curious timeline,
remember the theater adage,
“There is no small roles, only small actors.”
May you provide the humanity
that is so lost in a digital reality.