An entry for this week's Outlaw Poet's Weekly Contest/First Place Winner
run my fingers through a hand towel
give my mind the message
to take out the trash.
I have a friend in silence.
I go where the night shows its coat of arms,
where the spendid grass becomes wildly wet,
where the rush of evil noise reverberates
against the sky and becomes void.
There is an eventual prayer.
I have asked for peace on earth.
Suddenly, it is time.
I wrote about war when I was just a child,
part of the peace movement,
when a Moratorium I went to in D.C.
saw 500,000 heads there.
Now, waiting by my bedside,
putting lotion on my body,
and feeling old,
I have fear.
Fear that the school of thought
that surrounded me then,
would just not hold up.
With the present war, there was a first death
that began the Toll. One death
Now, there is more.
I switch off the light, thinking,God
knows what to do.
I shut my eyes, dreaming of where
dolphins swim, freeing my mind.
We are creatures of God, so the Bible says.
Will it last?