In the forest, he
danced down the Vermont stream to
reach the errant beer.
With the missile, we missed a chance,
to return the balloon the children lost.
What would have happened if we took the string?
Guided it down to earth again. What answers
might we have found in a drone's memory?
What reconnaissance dreams have stopped,
Now we made that balloon go pop?
Wall Epiphany
Let's take a field trip to the outer reaches
to look down a moment: see there?
What is that line that separates each as
two regions: us and them? A river perhaps? In error
one might think so. But, no. It is human built.
"From what fabric?" you may well ask. Brick and mortals
is one reply: A stone on stone structure of fear and guilt.
Historical cycle trail is another answer--a dynasty portal:
Northern Hun raids followed by Southern comfort decline, some say;
But this all assumes an either-or reality designed to separate.
Until faith opens wide the border by allowing both-and a way
in. But, we like definition, so we crucify the both-and trinity spirit.
And accept a false truth about what makes the great wall
denying that it really is our inability to accept all and none.