Thursday, October 2, 2008

What I Can Do

wishing I could fly,
feel the battering rain
whispering to the wind,
free of this cold terrain.

wishing I could go and
live beneath a cloud,
drinking fresh raindrops
untainted by the ground.

wishing I could see
the world all green and blue,
through air clean and crisp,
cold, sharp, uncruel.

wishing I could save,
hear none speak of pain,
of dreaming--instead--to fly
and drink the falling rain.

wishing I could understand,
feel emotion in your words,
share the heaviness in your heart,
and insist we will endure.

wishing I could write,
enable others to see,
speak up, speak out,
let us all be free.

Written for International Non-Violence Day 2008