The Ant Colony Sure is Busy Today

I tap on the glass. Frozen. Cold. near opaque. I can see you & you can see me, but hear we cannot. We each rub the glass with our sleeves & press our faces against the glass. Separated by just a double pain. Separation is pain. Double pain.   Hours melt away, frozen as we gesticulate a silent conversation. We get everything except touch & sound this way. They are missing. They are missed. I breathe on the cold glass to fog it & Write you a lovenote. Love symbols… represent love words… emergent from love  G E S T I C U L A T I O N S. You are ever enough & eternally beautiful. I see your sparks amid the frozen. You see my sparks amid the frozen, but separated, our sparks cannot melt the tundra that surrounds.  I will wait patiently for you, for the door to open. For the glass to shatter. For our flames to converge, again.  Please don’t give up on me.  I will never give up on you.  I will be here....

Who robbed us of our raw gritty determinism? What hindered our national drive to excel and achieve? When did we lose our gusto and American Ingenuity? Why didn’t Houdini return from the grave? How did we lose our competitive edge of the Hay Day? Where did all the stuntment go? Hasn’t anyone heard of George Washington Carver? Shouldn’t there be a George Washington Carver Institute?  He was a fine American. Full of Great American Ideas. Men used to invent things, like Nikola Tesla. Men used to spark revolutions and write manifestos, like Thomas Jefferson. Men used to have a sense of duty, like Horacio Brooks. Men used to navigate the globe, like Charles Lindbergh.  Men used to take risks, like Harry Houdini. Men used to take on the tasks of the world, like Jay Gould. Men like these built America. Women used to invent things, like Marie Curie. Women used to spark revolutions and write manifestos, like Abigail Adams.  Women used to have a sense of duty, like Clara Barto...