Unacknowledged Legislators of the World

There is a bird behind a door before a door waiting to be and we allow it to wait. it hurts to know how it tires flapping waiting wanting. We are not creatures enveloped in innocence all the time, all the time. We give wings to our ignorance See the skies on this side where clouds take shapes. this is only weather polluted but, Sweet Climate, exist in me! No love breathes heavier than that of the soul And souls are seldom raised, often sold to the sky where birds await their passions and brave the storms But beauty is born here Where wind blows at the door. Beauty manifests once it finds poetry. Click! Unbolted. The poetry of a courtroom ruling a child’s classroom one woman on a bus moving everything by refusing to move the thousands marching on memorials to freedom our common Constitution sadly not yet our common constitution The door is ajar. Heavy. Keep breathing. “The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind…” Keep pushing. “The answer is blowing in the wind.”