Move

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

School

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

A Poem Found Me

 What?

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)

Our Earth

As we consider the Day
This in earnest we say
We wish to go out from the fray
For we know You Are Home

But would it be okay
if we dance for more days
and more with creatures play
and, too, take the long way home?

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Art Credit: Artists unnamed; Schlitz Audubon Nature Center youth campers; Milwaukee, WI