Litha
Lifted from responsibility
slow fade into the Sun
and shade
Wither to go, flowing like water,
like wind a'sail
remembering bees and swift
furry beings that pepper the
wild of perfume and petals,
willowy beach along light
scattered pond endeared in
sweet smoke, sweet dreams
spiraling.
Penny + Peter + Gary + Liz
named faces smiling, raging,
emerging to wander, wend through
-- does it matter?
now that they vaguely remain like
tattered threads of volumes long
ended.
Today may well depend on those
dusty
pages, remnants rendered, dramas
past.
Today, instead of those or
possible tomorrows, laze, enjoy,
the Sun and shade.
Find some interest, then express it.
What are the responsibilities of
journalism?
Where we confine our understanding
of humanity, of rights to dignity,
liberty, equality, acceptability --
when we say "Me!" not seeing
these worlds of sections, of acceptable
exceptions to "we" -- such division
undermines us,
the underpinning, scaffolding of
every misery we create, enforce
for no sane reason.
If we would but include every
stakeholder in our reckoning,
a united approach to
our common delight.
6/22-23/23