April is National Poetry Month. This one’s been brewing for months. It’s getting there.
What Wants Saying
Merchants of luxury trade in securities
back and forth and up and down the walled
streets of restless minds, selling lies
of commission, omission, and so-called re-
mission to save us from what
we never asked for saving from,
never listening for what
really wants saying, lost
as it is in the nah-nah-nah-noise,
static electricity, lint of too much spin
cycle, re-leftovered ten too many
times ticker taping two-bit drones
along the barbwire guarded margins
of our strip malled minds.
Are you exhausted yet?
Spare a change for the homeless,
that’s your mother on the street.
Spare a moment for the homesick,
put some ground beneath their feet.
Spare a nickel for your freedom,
bareback horses on the beach.
Spare a lifetime for some sadness,
welcome motion, sweet relief.
(c) Heidi Fischbach 2010