interbeing…

grow up… we are taught to turnaway.it takes most of us the rest ofour lives to find these qualitiesagain…but as a friend reminded me, theywere always there!

your doorstep,but you didnt notice…so i wrote you a poem,that bled on your kitchen floor,yet the mop stood untouchedin the corner!i wrote you a poem,that set itself on firein your bedroom,and you opened the window.so i wrote you a poem,from the land of death…your tears only an echo,that couldnt touch…couldnt taste, couldnt feel…will you write…

every time a child is abused,every time a woman’s left aloneto raise the kids…every time a young boy hangs himself,every time an addict steals his fix…every time a boy is shot dead in the street,every time a mother weeps….every time a boy goes off to war,comes home in a bodybag….and no one knows why…..every time…

the trash bag, the razoron the sink.the sheets on the bed,my pants, the book i’m reading.the things i watch,the things i say,sometimes the things i feel.the things i eat,what i drink, what i smoke.a lot of things i can change…but not the hands on the clock,or the knock on the door!

the old road warriors,need to pack up and go…go where we have to go,do what we have to do,give what we have to give…to bring the change!we have both seen,and felt the wind.have touched the fire,have reached to the sky.we have loved with a passion,they dont even know…the scars we wear,are our own!maybe if we…

hot summer sun, driving iron fence posts. hisdaughters were pulling the wire fence everynow and again he stopped to help them pull ittight. the dogs ran free, chasing each other, andbarkingfinally, he stopped. ‘gonna go in and check on yourmom. y’all watch the dogs! ‘he opened the sliding door, and walked into the coolness.letting his…