It was the usual morning news gone cold
at the reading of it. In the glen the heron
still marches on bent-pencil legs as below,
cut-throat trout watches, dangerously near,
arching her mouth open and closed
with her story on the state of things.
The usual news is heard so often our ears
and eyes have gone cold to all the terror:
Why guns and bombs get made.
How guns and bombs unmake.
J. Pratt-Walter 3/29/2024
Photo by me, Long Beach Peninsula
This is what we were created for, Crones!
Children grown, society and workplace duties
all behind us. Sterling wisdom—awake!
Our world needs us to stand tall as Sequoia, to remember
and strive for justice, to fight for critical change.
To heal.
Let us claim our wisdom, turn loose our Kraken-powers
against the assault of Mother Earth. We all know
what is wrong.
Everything we do matters.
Everything.
Raise our collective voices! Come Crones and Spinsters,
come Grandmothers and Hags!
This is our moment,
this is our planet: caring together with purpose.
The shoulders of time are calling us to stand upon their
height--
This is what we were made for, Sisters!
J. Pratt-Walter, © 2024
Photo by JPW, Pride Parade
