Steady, hush!
Our words buttoned up on our lips.
Protests die in our throats
As we seek to still our boiling blood.
Conform, conform, conform.
We must conform.
But stoppered thoughts build pressure,
And one day the cork will be forced off.
Tag: protest
Single Use
The world is full of it,
those thin translucent panes that cover everything:
good enough only once.
Shielding tea bags, bagging berries, covering loaves, holding fancy water.
Filming every moment.
Wrapping everything individually.
Like fish, sea turtles, the bellies of gulls and whales and sharks.
Gathering in beaches replacing the sand, floating majestically beside jellyfish
in a competition the sea will never win.
The sea will never win
unless we step up and stand beside it,
on the same side, not the opposing team.
Tearing down the bergs of pollutants
to help raise the ship,
not sink it.
If we can unwrap our minds,
we can unwrap the world,
let it breathe, expand its lungs
and gulp the air, safe in the knowledge
it will no-longer choke.
Hold our your hand,
hold out your heart,
if those wanting glinting gold
refuse to look,
wrap them up instead.
Treeshallow Musings 