unnecessary loss of souls

 

the lovely sun was shining bright today and i

felt its joyful rays fill the day with the verve of life,

but as my spirit was dancing, without suspicion,

tears began to well in mine eyes and abruptly

started flowing down the cheeks of my face

 

i knew not, in that moment why, but in reflection

i had realized that, although my spirit was dancing

with the vibrations of the sun’s rays, my heart and

mind had been accumulating feelings and thoughts

of those who weren’t so blessed

 

an acute moment of sadness came o’er me and,

so then, my body gave way to the angst and pains

that others may have been feeling while my fortune

of dance and joy of my spirit came face to my heart

for the souls and spirits of those that cannot

 

the imaginings within became overwhelmed by

the sadness and pain of those not only in this far

away land but also for those here at home in the

U.S. who had lost loved ones from the insidious

Pandemic these last two years

 

how blessed i and my family is that my last name

is not Taylor, Floyd, Brown, Tamir, Arbery or Locke

and their families left behind wondering, ‘why,

just for being black in America’?

 

all these images and thoughts floundered about

in my mind along with the images of bombed cities

of Kyiv, Kharkiv, etc., in Ukraine, and the millions of

civilians displaced. the images of fathers, mothers,

brothers, sisters, little children’s tears, all their

faces of trauma and fear.

 

Why? For what?

we're all in this together

 

the flower waits not for season’s change, it just

breaks through the dirt, the soil of earth to give

praise to the sun, feel the wind on its petals and

bathes in the rain while dressing the canvas of

the day with vanity to an aesthetic terrain

 

the water of the river runs into the lake, waiting not

for the tide of the sea to rise and ebb as it has a

journey to take, for the freshwater fish depend on it

to be itself as they swim to greet their ocean friends,

share their stories t’if a refrain

 

the eagle, the hawk, the blue jay and cardinal wait not

for the wind to blow for they have wings to fly from

clif to clif, tree to tree as the wolf stares up at them

from whilst he sits and howls at them letting them

know he’s content roaming and being earth-bound

 

and like the flowers, the rivers and oceans, the wolf

and our feathered friends, we bi-pedal beings, should

be what we were meant to be, content in sharing with

each other the fruits of Nature, being moral and kind,

creative, conservative yet progressive, caring for

Mother Earth

 

the day from reveries to dreams

when the flower looks up at the sun and

says, please give me your energy, your

light and let me become who i should be

for i am the light of those who see my

beauty and smell the wonder of my waft

 

so too, when the seas look up at the moon

in excitement asking, please do not cease

of being the strength of my tides and how

they allow the verve of life into those aqua

beings who reside within my spirit

 

and when the wind awakens the trees to

dance and the birds to fly carrying their

chorus of song for the day’s beginnings,

whilst the deer prances amidst the forest

wildflowers, the jonquil, and the lily

 

then the azure sky is covered in a crimson

attire as the sun lies down for it is tired from

the day’s sojourn, giving way to the nocturn

noir of night and so too are mine eyes, as the

moon takes to the sky, letting me transcend

from reveries to dreams