A Poem for World Poetry Day

Tell me, muse, if today is the day

that the zeitgeist hath decided to come out and play?

For while we toil past terrible times, it gleefully spins events

without reason or rhyme.

Tread lightly, O Zeitgeist, for we are only flesh and bone.

We don’t mind a dull moment, despite what you’ve been told.

And, muse, keep us steady, ready and inspired.

To take our consciousness just a bit higher; 

but keep the zeitgeist at bay,

for he cares not for our feelings, I’m afraid to say.


Philip N.R Hauser