Alarms trill across treetops
interrupted swallows dive into my
awareness. In the distance 18-wheelers
thrum-ferry toilet paper and manufactured
food. We chew on cardboard, humble
and contrite in the shambles of
the billionaires’ leavings, resources
stripped. Do they eye our young hungrily?
No longer allowed outdoors lest we protest
in massive waves, perhaps new recruits
are being conceived to power
the military might in its last mad
scramble. There’s no rhyme. Dissent
is dangerous, they’ll lock you up.
I flex my superpower muscle
I don’t know
throw off the shackles of hope
create empowered grace.
Are you alive?
Thus you belong.
Your worth unquestioned.
Let’s turn together and face
our greatest fears lurking in the ruins
of our past beliefs alight in love’s bonfire.
A female swallow poses, chirrups
her enticement to the circling males.
I am now a statue, stunned from story.
Life wants to live
atwitter as sun gleams across water.
The evergreen, the blooming and the newly
budded coax slumbering oaks
to spring. We sing each other
exactly as it unfolds in ways
we cannot perceive, not today,
shifting under the weight
until our only choice is to dig
deep into the very roots of our being.
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