October 25, 2019-
The year, of which I thought as a pinnacle,
when it was approaching,
now seems a plateau of focus,
as it begins to recede,
into the alpine mists of history.
Here and now have become
more urgent.
Past is a glimmer,
whose lessons impact
the present stage.
Future is “that time”
of promises,
which only I
can bring to fruition.
Twenty-twenty
appears in my
mind’s eye,
like yin and yang.
In the heat of the now,
I care not for the culture
which glorifies drug use.
The mantra,
“This is better than crack!”,
is the cackling of the ignorant.
I care not for the powers
that pretend to be,
sending their tanks,
flame throwers and
armor-piercing bullets,
against unwitting defenders
of freedom.
I care not for the puppet masters,
who order the innocent
to stand down,
to step aside,
that the purveyors
of death,
may present their wares,
to the foolish and
the deluded.
I care not,
for those who
cry foul,
at being told
that an infant
has the right
to life,
the right
to be adopted,
instead of killed.
I care not,
for those who
start wildfires,
in the hopes
of returning later,
and building
cookie-cutter,
gentrified living resorts,
affordable only to
the favoured few.
I care,
for the struggling,
for the lost children,
kept in a prison box,
with no resources,
save the cement floor,
which they share,
with hundreds,
and with their reluctant
guards,
who are themselves
pariahs.
I care for those
who are beaten,
chased down,
hunted like animals
and then,
treated like filth,
by the jurists,
who look first
at the well-being
of those
who beat, menace
and hunt the innocent,
like so much prey.
I care for those
who have given
their all,
and end up
as footnotes,
in the journals
of narcissists.
Give us your tired,
poor, innocent,
that we may find room
in our hearts and
in our diminishing spaces.
A Sagittarian Seeker 