BLACKBIRD BLUES...

 

Sitting down here with a stick,

scribbling in the sand, I looked up

into a space in the sky and there

was a blackbird 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

 

           (“Better must come”…)