So bright I had to squint. Yay February!

!Frankie Ghee Sings “You are the Sun”

WINTER COMES WITH CHILL IN THE AIR

WE SENSE THE STIR OF A STORM

WITH FROST AND ICE EVERYWHERE

I HEAR A WHISPER OF SONG

“BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL”

“BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL SNOW!”

TWO QUESTIONS AND A STATEMENT/THREE CONNECTED RAMBLINGS

WHAT IS MY BIRTHRIGHT?
Do I get all this just for being
Born…Me?
Am I more deserving because
At the time of my birth
Things were better here
Than in other places?
Can I say that this space
This land
This air
Belongs to me
And mine
Forever?
Forever?
Does the fact that someone
Who may have once
Shared my zip code
Died trying to keep this
From the reach of the
Terrifying Other
Mean I have earned it
Forever?
Didn’t’ British soldiers die
To keep what
Early Americans stole
From Native populations
Who died protecting
What once was theirs
But now is mine
Forever?
Forever?

WHERE DO MY LOYALTIES LIE?
Am I a citizen of just this place
Or the planet
Or The universe
And of all things?
If I am a citizen of everything
Isn’t any war
Civil war
And any act of kindness
Or forgiveness
A benefit to my family?
Isn’t any slander
Any slight
A slight against Us?
I ask the faithful
“What would Jesus Do?”
“What would Allah Do?”
“What would Buddha Do?”
Is it true
That human beings
Have marched from their homes
And murdered other human beings
With me in mind
To keep me sitting pretty
Here in my easy chair?
Shouldn’t that make me
Want to run?
Would running be disloyal?
MY STAND
But I will not run
Because I was born here
I did not earn it
I don’t deserve it
I will not kill to keep it
I was just born here
I will not be a cheerleader
Promoting hatred and fear
I will not lobby
To throw homeless masses
Into to the arms of terror
Casting them limbless
Back into the sea
I will not fight to save them
I will look away
But I will not join in the slaughter
And the slaughter
Will not make me smile

This is Friday, November 20 in Great Falls, Montana

Note to Self “Happiness is always doable!”

THE POET’S LOFTY AMBITION

Her objective each day
Is to compose
To create
To design a thing of such beauty
It will lead the thoughtful
To reflection
And to reverie
Her words should stir
The soul to smile
And cause the heart to sing
She intends to create
An opening
So closed minds
Will seek to understand
She hopes to provoke
To Challenge
And if all goes well
To rhyme

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