Second Hand Opinion

I read the champion’s book.

Because of the significance

of the eyes of God,

I set out to respond

legibly.

Unchanged heartbeat

wanders to my toes.

The news, in the forest,

breaks. Branches, angled as

feathered knives, glimpse

the coast in smoke.

The equality of terror,

not yet universal.

Clean water kept in jars.

The moment, next to the

moment mattered.

Time swallows,

we take turns digesting.

Warding off the war on our air

requires wings with fingers,

angels unaware are the demons

we fear to become.

The sun going into the sea

sets the cycle of dreams.

Hope glimmers in the sheen

of plastic removed of the river.

Liberty deepens as the cracks

in compassion seal.

Will SchmitComment