Heavenly Creatures

 

Orange and creamsicle stripes,

In between sour grass.

Poking and prodding at the loose crumbly dirt,

Sticking paws down tunnels, at the voles and mice

Sharing their pathways.

The humans on their tightly scheduled days-

Plans, plans and more plans,

Places to be, people to meet, chores to be done.

Not these two,

The winds blow up the leaves,

And they still notice.

Their scurrings and stirrings are in tune with their mother,

as she stretches and yawns.

The humans that crack open their cans have nearly lost her touch, her reach.

The felines sit still and listen carefully to her whispering.

They bask in the warm light radiating from her cousin in the sky, chasing and biting at the crisp leaves falling from her heavens. 

Late in the day, they congregate on a soft blanket,

Storing up more energy to stir up more mischief late into the night.

On this Day

 Maybe someone should propose regime change in the United States?

One of our first targets:

A girls school.

America, with all your might.

Taking down those irreverent little kindergartners. 

Now, we all in America will carry this stain to our graves. 

America, the big bully, with your B2 bombers and nuclear subs, desperate to keep all other countries impoverished, compliant and under your thumb. So, you can keep up your pursuit of land grabs and iphone upgrades.

Did the U.S. ever once think that one solution to its anxiety over other countries growing more powerful than it could have been by strengthening our relationships abroad? Sharing resources, welcoming refugees, feeding the hungry, building infrastructure, sharing expertise and creating solutions together for sustaining life on Earth for generations to come? Miracles can really happen through kindness and love. Through traveling and seeing other cultures, learning that people are just people and we all just need warmth and food and love.

U.S. with all your power and might, can’t you just do something that is right?