Hear, See, Act

Gentle of course, and incredulous
I’d ask them 
With my eyes
To consider 
With their ears
Now
If, having heard
Do they see
Linen in my clutches
Lace dangling from my left 
And as I drop it down
Do they move 
To run and rescue and reclaim
What is ours

See This 

In the new of each day
In the impossibly early 
Traffic-lights-still-blinking hour
If you dare with me
Pick up the grain of sand that represents some hope
Place it in a place not far
With goal to keep belief’s door 
Ajar 
Make the wish that others see to do the same 
Tomorrow, tonight you’ll say,
Invite the ocean

To be

You on the savanna not in khaki 

Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon

Since you know there’s more than meets the eye

A yellow hat, but not exactly

Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them

Misplaced monkeys beside you

Under the black cloth with you now

Looking for the simple