Looking Up to My Flag

White clouds, blue sky,
and red stripes of dawn
have put down roots
into this earth spinning
out of control.

My flag cascades
from each pole,
with a rush of dazzling light,
spreading peace, as if fragrance;
its miracle will soothe the souls
for the crucial communion
of continents.

A show of mercy,
its tenderness urges
a presence of heart
and mind;
my flag waves
to let the breeze
carry its
healing breath
over us.