A year when up is down
out is in, inside out,
left is right, east meets west
matter is meta, error corrects,
love defeats, art outflanks.
Peace, a global currency rarely spent
a medium of exchange,
a culture of acceptance,
diversity the crown jewel
because we are one.
In the darkness of a moonlit night
in the shimmer of fractured starlight
in the vastness of the galaxies
where time never stands still,
hope will prevail.
Lastly you said, “I don’t belong,”
as if belonging really mattered,
as if the rancor and violence were not about belonging
to a cult, to a cause, to the misinformed,
or to a world without love.
A mind of its own, oh the body
in the rippling current
in the gloam of twilight
in the inky black of anxious denial
as the biological meets the intellect.
In you the long of love of art
in trust, in kind, without a dime
Young in vibrancy of life
in ambience of light in darker days
in deep of labile ways
a dream of brighter times.
Unlock the shackles,
break the chains,
strip the animus,
rip the enmity,
free the soul of humanity,
believe in love.
Lawless, aimless, powerless,
compassion or conscious awareness,
we squander our liberty, taken for granted
by the rage and reckless abandon of a country
once the mantel of democracy,
now the gaslighting capital of the world.
Wake to green, sleep to blue.
Calm, serene, a better instinct.
Hope more than distant memory.
Her wave, his hand outstretched
in keeping with humanity.
All is not lost.
Fight or flight
is not a survival instinct
but a human construct
the almighty strength of self-deceit.
As if the doors of right and wrong
we pass through
willingly or unwillingly
are marked and therefore define us.
From birth to death
we fall through the deep well of injustice
deeper and darker
if only to reach the surface
as if that is far enough.
and wait, find distraction and
forget. Wait some more.
Disembodied from the heartache
and human suffering,
the loss of who we are
while we are perpetually becoming.