State of the Nation

The merest of silver reflected from
a rip in the legion of dark clouds
briefly illuminates a flurry of geese
creasing the bruised landscape of the
lowering sky.  A cold, harsh November
wind raises dark grey whitecaps on
the black rippled surface of the
river separating narratives of
historical fallibility, language barriers,
social tensions and blame between
two famously Rashomon-like solitudes.
The atmosphere above grimly reflecting 
a nation's tragic founding stalemate.