who will sell out next?

 

i picked grapes today

green, sweet falling off the vine

the skins are thick

the seeds brown and bitter

 

they’ll make good juice

fragrant, potent and pungent

new moon coming

the night is still…

 

it’s quiet, calm

everyone seems tired

the mood

is low key

 

the northern mockingbird

who lives in the tree across the street

who sings life songs into the night

got shot by one of the crazy neighbors

 

this bird would sing every note like a sunrise

like a thunderstorm

like a million raindrops on a pond

like a rainbow

 

we don’t know who pulled the trigger

but one night

there was no more beauty sounds

coming from the street

 

the reservoir

looks like a mirror

so still

Jupiter is in reverse

 

children eating cotton candy

sugared up and acting out

wild with desire

no boundaries keeping them in

 

no boundaries to create resistance

to hold them up

so they understand

the meaning of limitations

 

there’s no balance here

perhaps people

can’t tell the difference

between good and evil anymore

 

between soft and hard

between danger and safety

perhaps the desire to win at any cost

has altered our ability to serve the ultimate good

 

to believe that life is good

worth the confusion

that living in harmony with nature

will serve the planet

 

that Nature

with her fire, her water, her air, her earth

will be able to withstand the onslaughts of humans

process all the the garbage

 

every day

brings a new set of rules…

building up/breaking down

questions/answers

 

plastic floating in the oceans

oil spills in the gulf

every day brings a new set of rules

who will sell out next?

 

 

 

Dedicated to Kristi Murray, Friend & Justice Seeker