Flood By Karen Ely

A riddle is a bridge.

A bridge to the truth,

arching over the angry, churning river

that is our nation’s canker.


The howling denials

humiliating trials

of fact versus fiction

0ur country’s affliction.


And the riddle is this:

What lies on the other side?


A people of unity,


or a new status quo

leaving gospel invisible

As we strive

To thrive

Keep hope alive



Calm the beast and keep the peace.

Cross over that muddy sludge

On a one lane bridge

Feet dry

Expectations high.


Looking for the promised land,

The pot of gold,

The rainbow’s end.


Yet the river remains.

Always raging

Turning the soil

Trumpers loyal

Ready to spill over the banks

and flood the fields

of honest, hard-won crops.

The hatred never really stops.

Perhaps we need a dam.

Karen Ely was born and raised in Petaluma, California. Upon graduating from UC Davis, she worked in San Francisco and New York City in corporate finance. After a 30-year career as a mom and “professional” volunteer in Scottsdale, AZ, Karen returned to her beloved hometown in Sonoma County.

She delights in difficult crossword puzzles, the Santa Rosa Symphony, and traveling with  her husband (of 35 years) James. Karen has been published in The Write Spot to Jumpstart Your Writing: Discoveries, The Write Spot: Reflections, The Write Spot: Possibilities, and The Write Spot: Writing as a Path to Healing (all available on Amazon).

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