Updated: Jul 19
& I remember it well because that morning,
before coffee, the mirage was a cloud from the sky
and just on the other side there was a bridge
made from an understanding that this was everybody's rain -
that for the first time in a long time
the pain that separated US, was starting to unite.
I can remember because the coffee was sweet
and the sun was bright and there was so much day left,
even a rainbow hung high and all the colors,
they were beautiful together,
each hue in it's lane - the majesty of it all
was just so, that for a moment, I didn't recognize
the rising cloud in the distance, the disruptive shattering
of leaves on the wind, dancing to their death from their limbs,
I hadn't finished my morning coffee before brown bodies
began to fill in the spaces left in the grass, in the street
and to think - all we want is to belong, to enjoy a day of peace
and quiet and calm.
They say freedom is for everybody,
they say a lot of things.