situation, not condition

people feel exhausted

expect the end of days

don't want to bother to change, to work for a future time

dividing into armed camps that snipe and rage

makes it easy to deny a reality

we're too worn down to face.

 

 

 

A world where people are valued

based on what they can buy

 

 

 

My avant-garde inner theatre

is my identity.

I never see me in ancestral stories,

or demographic styles.

The curse/the gift of outsider

to all tribes.

When we are respected,

we have so much ot say.

 

 

 

From those who criticize,

call names, express disrespect

as career, to be reviled

is an honor.

 

 

 

Leaders organize enjoyable activities

service to community

strengthening bonds across

identity lines – this intersectionality

we call humanity

 

 

 

Through my erratic mind

I feel your dancing energy

see you as grace of movement,

gently strong,

exuding life with affection’s connection.

In moving flashes we are.

I admire, exult in

strobes of brightly colored imagery;

bathe sensations of silk, frankincense,

pine and ecstasy of sharing stories,

complicit in weaving identities.  

You and me – such a fragile song.

Brief meetings, long lost secrets, linger.

Friends who live forever in fragments,

erratic memory.

 

 

 

Palestinians – Israel

African Americans – USA

hate burn of guilt

violent projection

retribution, tragic cycle

 

 

 

5/28-5/1/19