These trees correct my posture, gently rise
with years of experience, euphoric
celebrations in this exquisite time
the crumbling of the slaveowners’ story.
In morning fall’s chill delight, I’m covered
barefoot mistake, I’m here for the sweet song
of stillness. Dare to be a sun lover
reach these life-giving rays. It is not wrong
to receive. A bluejay jeers flies crying
into the glare, wingtips translucent then
disappears, another realm applying
as the timelines collide. Remember when?
Here a portal to past. Equality
bestows a future door as well, beyond
the ticking clock, calendar page witty
and inept as bold we face and respond
what matters. Anchor swift changes. Herald
the weird and miniscule signs that Planet
Earth has rearranged. Our starship revealed
reorient laughing now we’ve landed.