Garden City
The sun rose with gentle enthusiasm after several days of cold rain,
Blowing away gray overcast skies with its golden red glow
Awakening the terns, ducks, gulls, warblers, and cormorants
Beckoning watery sheets to rise and join the skies
And there, as is so often the case, in stillness, while
Campers watch television in million-dollar full-service rigs
Safely isolated from the very nature they profess to love
And the madness of reactionary politics fades (albeit briefly)
From the mind, clearing space for memories to surface –
Memories of childhood sails, the taste of salt, of days
Becalmed and of days pitching in great storms
Sails reefed, hiking from the gunnel, sheets
Burning hands raw to be kissed with sting of health
By Salty Sea, which, eons ago joined in
Holy matrimony with Stardust to birth the very
Humans who, filled with prejudice and greed,
Threaten the planet’s ability to sustain life.
In the peaceful sands and waving eel-grass
It is hard to remember the wars, executions, pandemics,
Gun violence – injustices that grieve the heart of divine love;
Each rusty call of a red-wing blackbird and
Every lap of wave spraying its foam aloft
Is a reminder that Love is the axis of the cosmos
And Babylon will fall to make room for a Bride and her Groom
In the Garden City of Peace
May 2022
LRT
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