A Learning Lesson
Six feet apart.
Humble galaxies of indigo inhale and exhale between our gloved hands.
We reach outwards
But never inwards.
Where covetous demons reside,
Ravenous for a bite of the sun’s rays,
Which she has been so generous to share.
Yet we dimmed her glow,
And conquered her home;
Strangled her children,
And robbed her of nourishment,
Still wanting more.
We hold now in those spaces of barren universes,
A sanctuary for her to emerge.
The first whiff of maple blossoms flushed she has
Without the asphyxiation of our ungloved palms.
Six feet apart
Is better than six feet under.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world