June 1, 2020
Challenged by Covid-19,
the specter of economic disaster,
and the recognition that we are
a nation steeped with injustice,
we gather, a community of poets,
to employ the power of words
to witness, engage, change and heal.
Challenged by Covid-19,
the specter of economic disaster,
and the recognition that we are
a nation steeped with injustice,
we gather, a community of poets,
to employ the power of words
to witness, engage, change and heal.
you can’t appreciate your balance
until someting beyond your control
causes you to lose your senses
makes you think those creek rock
will give you a moment of steadiness
to compose
to ready
but what you fail to see is that you were falling
long before you followed her into the water
To kill cowardice,
to slay hesitation with pen in hand,
to dismantle self-censorship,
to write a poem worth reading,
to use line breaks pro
perly,
to learn discipline,
to make art unapologetically,
even to yourself,
to say hello to every cat you meet,
whether they understand you or not,
to venture away from what’s comfortable,
to reacquaint with old friends,
to greet rain with a smile,
to see life in color again.
Well, kid, this is a start.
