Finding Footing
Up high, from tree to tree
like Tarzan,
on a rope that someone
torched...
Are we swinging into death?...
...Burning hedges
'til all evidence is gone...
Wise minds from the abyss
are swallowed up
like a Hershey Kiss.
I see a boy mopping a blackboard
Long before the words are taught,
and absorbed through hungry pores...
...Loading bullets in our slots.
Are we plunging into peril?...
Is the concrete parking lot
like a jungle
that we're lost in?...
Has our sweetness gone to rot...
...Left too long on careless
windows?...
Feeling something's been misplaced...
I am standing,
arms akimbo,
staring down at rising
waste,
while the bleeding hearts
attest that
they are slaving through
the night
to avenge, and free our planet...
unshackling us from our plight.
There's only now, as future comes
too late to make a change...
Despite the fears we hold inside,
we all must lift the page,
and dive into this living fire;
each day times set our stage.
©
7/24/20
Bunny Villaire