Creation groans
In pregnant expectancy
More than
Any one
Ever anew
In a singular couplet
The quest in
And the call out
For who
All
Abel to hear
Blood from ground
Crying in relation
To the curse of can and will
Uncoupled from good judgment
Yearning for just us
Unearth as in heavin’
Our daily bred
Sow here
Those who have years
And those a loan
Willing to live in a wink
A parent to child like
In a second
Nature
As in tended
Present in a stupefying flash
A berth pleasing to awe
And sum how with unremitting accountability
This poem reaches into the depths of our yearning for justice and calls us to seize the daze with every new moment. This poem invites us to go where no won has gone before and yet travel in solidarity with countless courageous and creative comrades who have plowed the grounds of rectitude. Where the eternal metes the now, we reap the overwhelming presents beyond just us. As awe weighs, something anew is happening. As we surf troubled waters, can we sea it? May we discover a knew that which ever refreshes.
