Independence Day Redux
This Independence Day
I did not clench the wheel nor my jaw
in seeking the best parking space
of the seemingly perfect spot
to glance up at the spectacle of fireworks
whilst discounting the quiet undeniable glory
of the pin-pricked backdrop of blue and black
I did not raise my hand to wave a flag amongst the ranks of others.
I did not don a flag as my shield, my shroud, my burka, or my colors of excuse.
I did not devour a gelatin dessert decorated in stars n’ stripes and coated in the colors of red, white and blue.
I did not stand in a herd of hundreds or a throng of thousands
and parade about as a humanity content with ignoring all else
even the scorch of a big hard sun
so that I might behave in the numb contentment
of an illogical and unaware number.
This Independence Day,
slept close to the ground
the arms of my beloved
to the sounds
of the rain and water
my muscles, my bones, and my joints
I awakened in the dark
such feeling satiated my soul.
through the mist
in the seclusion of an old growth forest
learned the names and shapes and colors and textures
some of what grew about:
took the time to contemplate
the silly frolicking flights of a multitude of inebriated butterflies.
opened my arms
larger than any I had ever beheld;
primordial and majestic
felt a deep ache within my heart
that such trees
warped and twisted and plundered into rarities
the showering spray and discarded droplets
of Ramsey’s coltish and chaotic cascade.
On this Independence Day
the constructed madness and distraction
that has become accepted and promoted
drive and compel us
to yield and default
to our unaware autopilot
prompting such confusion
that we forget
before too terribly long
food for the Poplars.
Jody Bryan and Jeff Cribb