It’s a new day (again)
in another calendar year
Things are not as they have been
but you can give up all your fears
Just let it all come your way; then
hang on to only what is dear
You may lose, or even gain some, when
love becomes the only voice, you choose to hear
Once, the skin of all was black
Now, for so many, it has faded
as has their humanity
Crystal clear tears of the still, human
flow in rivers on
the streets of “freedom”
while their blood spills
red, then dries to black
But the flesh of the fake
contemptible, vile
is pale and bloodless
It’s not all gloom and it’s not all doom
we’ll get through, though we are on the brink
fortunately, we have brains that can think
Minds are joining to learn what to do
while hands will work to see the job through
In our separate homes
we don’t have to feel alone
if we use even one of the ways
we can reach out to each other, in a day
There are many, so many, hearts that must give
just so that, they and humanity, can truly live
Maybe right now, we cannot touch hands
but certainly, we can all try to dance
There are millions of songs to sing
simply for the soul-lifting joy they bring
We can seek out laughter, to keep the opposite at bay
bright eyes and smiles can definitely lighten the way
And when fear starts to creep into your head
if it’s daytime, stay busy; if night, read a good book before bed
In the morning, look to nature for the lessons it may bring
after the darkest storm, the sky becomes a cloudless, deep blue, and the birds sing
And in this moment, even amidst the turmoil, still, we can embrace the beauty of a brand new spring
Our existence is wrapped up in busy fingertips
attracted to the alluring samples of scintillating screens
their constant updates filling our rapidly shrinking heads
But this touch has such little intimacy within its cerebral connection
where eyes no longer meet eyes; not light-filled nor even soul-piercing
soft, warm flesh not felt, and beating hearts not known
There is metal in our mouths now, that will stick in our throats
while impenetrable walls grow thicker to keep us apart
Until, out of reach, and each of us, alone
we will no longer remember how to breathe
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Colors lying all across the ground
yellow, orange, red, and brown
but I thought only of red
seeing this, after the trees had shed
because it’s the only human one
flowing through us until we’re done
It’s not what shows up on our skin
unless another, unkindly, breaks in
tearing us apart; instead of twirling
together, dancing and swirling
like the sweet, falling leaves
on the morning’s autumn breeze
A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind
moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves
on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window
(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)
A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines
they speak loudly to one another, while
continually repositioning themselves among the trees
(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)
My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind
blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines
before settling in on the chair’s cushion
(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)
We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight
having no preordained path to instinctively follow
So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows
in search of the highest perch; and as the wind
ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down
like my cat, giving in to that long nap
Heartspell 