The Great Hum: A Poem About Joy and Lying

All I can think about is more joy.

And that, is a big, fat, lie.

My mind has been a great hum.

Millions of voices. Millions of opinions. Millions of things.

Some of them mine. Most of them unnecessary.

We are in the time of the story-tellers.

Each of us with a tale. Beliefs to blast. Opinions to wield in a world grown weary of what is.

As we sit here locked away from each other.

In the solitude of the buzzing online cloud.

“Did he really say that?”

“What does she mean?”

“He must be…” “She is so…” “Why can’t we all…”

“How DARE you even suggest it…”

“I know what’s really going on here. You don’t.”

“I’m right. You’re wrong.”

“$%&# YOU!”

Let me delete you from my life with one press of a finger on this tiny square button.

Ahhh. That’s better.

Easy. Over. Done.

I can’t handle your outrageous delusions. It is simply too much.

My mind is already a great hum.

Millions of truths are screaming at me.

Which one will win?

Will it be the left? Or the right? Or the muddled-up middle?

Am I going way out on a limb here? Or are you?

Will we ever know for sure, beyond the certainty of our own skull?

Might as well shut up. Might as well say what they want us to say. Might as well just put our protective suits on and hunker down until its safe.

On the other hand…why not shake things up? Might as well provoke! A little stirring of a pot that’s already churning. Surely that can’t harm a world that’s literally dying to be woke?

Oh how I laugh to myself.

All alone.

My mischievousness will never be known.

Round and round we go.

And all I can think about is.

More. Joy.

In a world gone mad for lying.

xo,

Danielle