It’s not okay
Until you say
so
It’s not okay
That you can’t go through TSA
Without having a full body search
Every time
It will not be okay
Until you and your children
Don’t have to have “the talk”
It’s not okay
Until you can vote
Without having your right denied
It’s not okay
Until you can take a knee
And be taken seriously
It will not be okay until “hands up, don’t shoot!”
becomes a historical foot note
It will not be okay
Until
All are judged
By the content of their character
And not the color of their skin
No
It’s not okay
Until you say
so
There is a time
Of the season
To get your feathers back
The time will come
Being so ordained
It’s what you need to live
Plumes have gone and calamus too
From the season past
Sloughed off and molted
In the late summer’s sun
From such wear and pluck
They soared and served
And then they fell
With no great finality
Dropped here and there
Curiosities on fields and forest floors
And for a moment of a month
There was not much left to fluff and bear
Except scruffy ruffs
And the drabness of what remains behind
Near naked from this certain shed
No shame for how things are intended to be
Such revelations
Near nakedness will soon yield
To rebirth and revival
And show you true,
Now fully fledged
And your coat of many colors.
-Thanks to the
Zombies
Toeing the alpha ocean
Eyes closed
In slack tide reverie
Floating
In blessed amnesia
Then incoming
Breath-like
The unstoppable rising
Washing ashore
Things both clean
And blemished
Regretful flotsam
Jetsam orphaned
And pridefully cast
For gulls to inspect
For time to desiccate
Then the flushing tide
Ougoing sweep
Ebbing
Forgiving
Sanctifying
A purifying exhale
I am absolved on this day
By this generous sea.
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