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e back at us again and again in ways that no longer shake us up or wake us up,</p><p id="7b13">in ways that no longer even raise an alarm. We have tuned it out for so long, hit snooze snooze snooze on connections and critical thinking on action and</p><p id="d4e8">compassion on changing the way we treat everything, especially ourselves, even ourselves. We lack what it takes to change much it seems, when the</p><p id="8980">comfort and ease of heads in the sand heads in the beds heads in the screens is so appealing and feels so temporarily healing. We</p><p id="2739">have confused healing and numbing for probably one of the last times, guys. What a jolt!</p><p id="3ac5">To hear it to see it to realize it and to wake up trying, wake up striving, wake up feeling. Coffee in cups, the day is faced, now and now, and now and now.</p><p id="5e2b"><b><i>Jenny Justice</i></b><i> is a poet mom who brings poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. You can read more of her poetry at<a href="https://medium.com/justice-poetic"> Justice Poetic.</a></i> <i>Sign up for her poem a week newsletter <a href="https://jennyjustice.substack.

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Jolt

A Poem

Early morning sirens. There’s something about people. And maybe that something is that we should not be here, so many of us, right now.

So unappreciative, destructive, that crabs are being burned alive in the oceans, shells dissolving, surrounded by trash, that remains, remains, always

remains. They’ve convinced us that there is some sort of ‘away’ that things get thrown — there isn’t. All that was ever here is still here, and worse. Virus and

outbreak come from all of our abused chickens coming home to roost. Does it matter if it is in China, the UK, the USA? It is not the people, it is the ego, it is

the disdain for life, it is the treatment of animals and the planet that come back at us again and again in ways that no longer shake us up or wake us up,

in ways that no longer even raise an alarm. We have tuned it out for so long, hit snooze snooze snooze on connections and critical thinking on action and

compassion on changing the way we treat everything, especially ourselves, even ourselves. We lack what it takes to change much it seems, when the

comfort and ease of heads in the sand heads in the beds heads in the screens is so appealing and feels so temporarily healing. We

have confused healing and numbing for probably one of the last times, guys. What a jolt!

To hear it to see it to realize it and to wake up trying, wake up striving, wake up feeling. Coffee in cups, the day is faced, now and now, and now and now.

Jenny Justice is a poet mom who brings poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her poem a week newsletter here.