Litha muse

 

 

 

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