I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me
And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life
Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n
I need to move
I need to make space
as if I were a creator
or creative, of some sort
I need to mark
I need to mean something
as if they’d someday speak
Or marvel, of the firmament
With what gloves do you handle
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
We’re supposed to be calm through all this
Not try to reverse-spin the Earth on its axis
In an attempt to double-see the bizarre we saw
To test it against the age-old version of gravity
And ask the person standing next to us
Did we see what we just saw?
Memorialize. What. We. Just. Saw.
Meanwhile, let the shadows call us crazy
Don’t ask them about truth
What is the loveliest thing
I Am that
Who is the most humble One
I Am He
Where does the Earth need the Sky
I Am there
The way we must live to fight well
I Am how
The reason that they will hear hope
I Am why
The now to remember your strength
I Am when
I think The Earth is moving
It’s not where I Left It
When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom
I Knew never
Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School
Did you don Your cape then too
I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.
I expect the Earth to shake.
Or that waters will well up.
Shall fire sweep in with the wind?
Even still, I prize the void.
(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)