Paradigm Shift

Shift the morning paradigm from a
black and white newsreel, war breaking out
in a far off country, to a comedy show.
a wide-eyed grin, a belly laugh, a deep contentment,
a willingness to wake up in the morning again.
the black dog will feed and walk herself.
no dirty dishes, the toothpaste will not spray
across the newly washed window and flowers
will bloom all winter.
we'd love it here, there would be no newspaper
to recycle, no news that recycles over a thousand
years of Sunni against Shia, or Catholic against
Protestant, only the peel of laughter, let the paradigm
shift tomorrow.
I'd welcome the change.