Born New

before the world decides for you,
as your eyes are born brand new…

the colors charm
in many shades
smiles shine
with each new day

babes with curious fingers touch
skin of black, white,
yellow, red…each soft,
each tender yet tough,
over bones
just like their own,
a home

protecting a heart that beats,
that feels and clearly sees
new openings,
moments and memories;
charting a course
on life’s high seas

in time learning who loves,
who hates (and why);
a compassionate comment,
or vile rhetoric;
taught either one
or the other
mimicking a father,
a mother, a friend…

blank slate brewed
in hope or simmering blind fear
influenced by uniting words,
or divisive jeers
the pattern evolves
generation by generation
it all starts with adults
leading the way

setting an example, which one will it be:
an open hand, or a racist fist?
no time like the present
to stand up and fight!

maybe it’s a distant neighbor
maybe it’s your leader…

SPEAK OUT: HATE HAS NO HOME

peace and love
shall overcome

 

~ Emily C.

8.16.17

A Grand Illusion

everything is a grand illusion:
the sunset, clouds,
the night’s long-dead stars,

the way you smiled at me.

how the trees touch the sky
and my breathing
— in, out, in, out.

metronomic existence
timed to expire
when the game is done.

trick of the eye, this life…
like your love
bad roll of the dice
random happenstance
slick hands you had
and
words as concrete
as the tide,

that always detracts more than adds
when it pulls away,
subsides.

leaving worn rocks…
deceptive in their strength
erodible in time, like

the strongest hearts.

if we close our eyes,
does nothing exist?

when we open them
what
can we trust?

~ Emily C.

8.14.17

Crisp

I had forgotten how the rain sounds

when it falls on leaves, stiffened

in windless weeks, smoked

to a crisp. Portentous orangeness

clung like viscous ghost, hanging

‘round horizon; in heavy robe, haunting

us. Goading us. With every growing sun

light darkened in a lifeless sky. We

breathed in short breaths, lungs coated

with grime. Time slowed, each second

choked. No where to hide, we froze.

And burned.

Waiting…

It broke. And blue view spoke,

‘tween clouds pockmarking heavens

we forgot existed. Oasis of air,

freed by westerlies — onshore breeze,

blew life into our lungs

once again. Wet. Clean. Free.

 

~ Emily C.

 

8.13.17

Another Red Sun

another red sun
another night sky
another day gone by

without you

another gasp for clean air
another grasp for you here
another pass at a chance

with you

another tomorrow became today
another scream inside my head
another mistake made

beside you

another wish dies on wind
another kiss left hanging
another you left me

bleeding heavy

another us never happens
another we is in the past
another time sought fleeing

memories

 

~ Emily C.

8.6.17