Will you stand and face the greying skies?
Bear, resolute and unflinching, the shudder of thunder
the flicker of lightning
the anonymous frigidity of hail and snow and rain and sleet
as it crash lands on your face?
Will you stand and face the rising tide or the enormous wave
that sweeps towards the sandy shores of your desires,
hold still, perfectly so, while the ocean’s salty tears
come together as one to deliver
a hit so merciless, your very soul will be knocked off its feet?
What will you do when you wander the forest
naked, without sight, without direction
and the towering jack pine comes crashing down
directly onto your path?
Will you stand and fight the ignoble bigot
on the corner of the street that claims
to be overlord of your conscience?
Or will you stand and face the skies, the seas, the woods,
and Man,
with the creed and cry of one determined to scatter
oppressors into the night,
to walk from one side to the other
and come out unscathed?