Nothing Intentional

You want to forget
What fellow humans
Are up to, don’t you,
Although you need them.

You don’t want to read
Any further news
About who did what
Cruelty, what snide

Power play, what fierce
Self-righteous assault,
What calculated
Grift, then got away.

Sit here on the rocks
In dry wash with us
While a small wind walks
Around the mesa.

Yes, the ground could move
Under you, kill you.
That has happened here.
Also flash floods, snows,

Also volcanic,
Churning lava flows,
Which produced these stones,
These black, quiet stones.

You know. You know, but
But for now it feels
Better doesn’t it,
To turn to the world?