Looking out at the lake where the waves whip the shore
the sand churned up in its belly
while I stare with steel eyes
It's raining and my shoes are wet but I don't mind
I'm walking by the lake
thinking of Putin, NATO and the war
I have a cup of coffee
which I am lucky to have
considering all things in the world
chaos could have welcomed me this morning
just as easily as the water
I sip it slowly
in the rain
pacing by the lake
I did not come up with a solution
but I fkn tried.