Spring Sing Outspoken

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Super

when I was 9

I moved across town to the hills

where coyote howls and 2 am train whispers

mingle in cool Bay Area breeze


there was a fence around my neighborhood

separating civilization 

from wilderness


when I was 12 

I wanted the super power to transform

to become a coyote on a whim 

to howl   howl howl   in the wind

and jump the fence 

between civilization and wilderness


but when i was 14 

reckless howls became blood curdling threats

ethereal train whistles, blood freezing screeches

I learned to love the fence

I once despised 

I learned to fear the wilderness and coyotes on the other side

I learned to fear the wilderness on the other side

I learned to fear the other side

I learned to fear

the superpower I wanted changed

from lupine transformation to lupine subjection 

I wanted to super power tame the beasts 

     tame       Them


when I was 19

evenings changed from grassy slopes to college dorm rooms 

from haunting whistles and coyote howls

to thumping Thursday night bass 

or 2 am poker sessions

and I realized I’d become what

I wanted at 12 and feared at 14

howling laughter roving Roebling

wilderness under LA moonlight

dancing on stolen land and blood-red bricks


Now I’m 22, 

and back home

I walk well worn walks

seeing with new eyes, hearing with new ears

and hoping for a totally new power super

the power to speak with them

not become-subjugate-eliminate them

but to talk

     what’s a coyote party like?

     is coyote-pack howling like carpool karaoke?

     do the winters still get cold and wet?

     how's the other side of the fence

     how's the other side?

 

 Sanctimonious Stone Ears 

Comments whiz pass like polite bullets 

at UN meeting for Myanmar 

Republican Elephant tusk and Democratic donkey dick 

passing like ships in the night 

Platitudes about peace simply aimed to appease, 

but never to fix economic inequalities

Looters and Proud Boys pounding proud chests

megaphones don’t help when no one listens


Though seeing, they do not see 

Though hearing, they do not hear

Who isn’t a Pharisee these days


Sometimes 

my sanctimonious stone ears

construe bird song as bird screech

missing the beauty in each note


Sometimes

my sanctimonious stone ears  

hear mama’s concern as angry need for control

ignoring the sacrifices she’s made to raise me


Sometimes 

my sanctimonious stone ears  

interpret my words as the only words that matter

disregarding that I am in everyone, and everyone is in me  



But sometimes my sanctimonious stone ears clatter to the floor

True listening shattering my hardened heart

           shattering the shackles of division

           shattering tribalism to reveal human unity


So I eat with the sinner and sing with the saint

Sowing seeds 

which I can only water, but never make grow

Seeds,

Which turn stone to mud 

and mud to flesh

Flesh that hears

Each note of birdsong

Each sacrifice momma made

Each word of your mouth as my own

which sprout new life and true understanding