dawn is playing with the color wheel
two does and their young pass
a fawn races toward flowers
nature dances its morning ritual
mothers tilt their heads
large eyes are watchful, hopeful
mesmerized am I in silence
the choir holds its breath
peace as golden rays curve the horizon
a white tail bobs to my left
lingering on a tasty morsel
none push others away
though rib cages bulge
an ear flicks, a buck crosses the road
stately he watches those ahead
worries crease not his brow
equal is the footing
a bird titters a “good morning”
the mamas follow the path
children run in circles
each move to the morning’s cadence
I awaken to a jet piercing the sky
too soon my peace is interrupted
drivers jockey for position to be first
breaks screech as metal bends
reverie is broken
Sharing with the event 100,000 Poets for Change:
For today’s online event, our choice is not to put one of the three themes—peace, sustainability, and social justice—above the others, but to recognize that all of these three necessary areas of change interrelate in complex ways.