I wrote this one this evening, in response to world events. I hope you like it. 🙂
The World in a Drop of Rain
I sit here, in my slowly lowering chair,
And dream of summer, with all its sultry Sixties grooves.
The bitter winds and slush all fall away,
Leaving me with the world in a drop of rain,
And verdant dreams as green as grass in June.
Why do the nations rage, like winter winds,
Still howling threats of thermonuclear war?
Why do we bluster, in our nagging fear and pain,
And hound each other with the threat of force?
A great stone wall, a guarded parapet,
Can keep hate out, but still locks stern fear in,
And fear makes everyone a prisoner.
We amble all around the prism, staring out,
And watch our fears reflected in the glass.
We check ourselves with prejudice and pride.
Unless all countries come from the same muck—
And rest assured, they do—no one’s a shithole,
And we cannot cast our stones so easily,
Because we sit inside the prism fear.
We all come from the same dark, ancient dust,
The same primordial plasm beneath an African sun…
One mote of dust cannot judge another,
And we can’t see each other for the specks
Of hurt and hatred lodged within each eye.
I mean, the world’s too cold and dark to throw more shade;
Each gentle word’s a soft, subtle, solar ray,
And every smile’s alight with possibility:
We reach across the aisle to join our hands;
We knead the dough, and cut the peppers up,
And toss them in the scarlet aromatic sauce.
We snap the beans, and husk the waiting corn,
And break the bows, and shatter all the spears.
We follow all the errant shooting stars
Along their splendid cosmic arc of love.