If someone who can do so will kindly put a link to this diary into the ROV diary, then we will have a place where another 44 or so gulf watcher live blog ROV regulars can post short biographies of themselves.
A poem:
Peace?
What do we need,
to feel at peace?
What?
Maybe we do not want
to actually feel
completely at peace.
If we think about many things,
many things that feel unfair,
that feel like someone stealing
from others,
causing emotional pain
to others,
then we feel like Johnny Cash:
"Til things are brighter,
I'm the man in black."
We may not literally wear
all black clothing,
but we will never,
never say that all is well.
There is always someone
calling us to make a change,
to work, in some small way,
for change.
If you do not know what the heck I am talking about, there is more below the fold.
Peace.
Here is the latest liveblog diary. Read some of it, and check out the comment thread, it is full of information and poetry.
Link.
This is a little poem I wrote to decorate the liveblog series:
We Are Here
We are here.
We are watching.
Years from now,
if anyone asks,
we will tell them:
We were there.
Maybe it will not matter.
Maybe nothing matters.
But if we throw up our hands now,
maybe someday,
years from now,
we will ask ourselves,
why did we not at least keep watch,
why did we not?
Maybe someday, some of us
will talk with someone younger,
and tell of the time we watched.
Maybe that someone younger
will try harder next time,
will do more next time,
remembering
the time we watched.
-- bigjacbigjacbigjac
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Peace.