Finding Footing

Up high, from tree to tree

like Tarzan,

on a rope that someone

torched...

Are we swinging into death?...

...Burning hedges

'til all evidence is gone...

Wise minds from the abyss

are swallowed up

like a Hershey Kiss.

I see a boy mopping a blackboard

Long before the words are taught,

and absorbed through hungry pores...

...Loading bullets in our slots.

Are we plunging into peril?...

Is the concrete parking lot

like a jungle

that we're lost in?...

Has our sweetness gone to rot...

...Left too long on careless

windows?...

Feeling something's been misplaced...

I am standing,

arms akimbo,

staring down at rising

waste,

while the bleeding hearts

attest that

they are slaving through

the night

to avenge, and free our planet...

unshackling us from our plight.

There's only now, as future comes

too late to make a change...

Despite the fears we hold inside,

we all must lift the page,

and dive into this living fire;

each day times set our stage.

©

7/24/20

Bunny Villaire