Sitting down here
with a stick,
scribbling in the sand,
I looked up
into a space in the sky
and there it was—a bird
looking down on me
and all this mess:
(blatant political atrocities);
Lazily hanging there in the air,
I swear—and no lie—it seemed
to wink an eye as it drifted down
and began to peck in all this mess:
(bigotry, racism, injustice, poverty, war);
Then it nonchalantly returned
to the heavenly sky—hovered momentarily
and then took off towards new horizons;
leaving me down here in all this mess:
(gender bias, anti-this, anti-that);
I won’t lie; sometimes I wish I could fly
away from it all; but that’s not my call;
I know why I’m here on this quest—
down here in all this mess: (to clean it up!)
Yes, I’m just a bird of another feather;
down here with my sisters and brothers—
all working together—trying to make it better:
blessed to soar onward in all this messy weather.