At noonday sun
I could still see
The shade of the moons
Shadow
Drapes across the cold concrete
Of established law.

A scream sounded
And
Another and
Another.

No gunshots or
Riot police
Or anything like that.

That was reserved
For the people
Fighting for equality.

This was a different kind
Of sacrament.

Two days prior
Hesitation haunted
My daughter's voice.

"This is all too much for me."

I said goodnight
After telling her
Strength comes not
From fear
But how you endure and
Act in fear,

Transmuting it

Into love for one's that deserve
And earn it.

"You used to tell me bedtime stories," she joked.

"You used to be a little girl," I told her.

I did not tell her
There's no time for that

Now.

Well,
What's it time for then
Great layer
Of words?

Outrage.
Accountability.
Consequences.
Equality.
Progress.

Balance,

If there is such a thing.

Then, I thought of nature.
I saw rivers and rocks and
How the water moved over the rocks'
And how the birds sliced through the air
And when a seed dropped from their beaks
Eventually, a tree or a bush or some kind of something
Was born and from there new life new beginnings and so on
And so on and so on

And so on until us.

Harmony is an ignorant man's song

But ****

If it doesn't sound

Like Heaven and
Hell

Wrapped into one.