musings for the Fourth of July
On this day of freedom...
Let me declare my independence from
Let me open my eyes and reach to take the laces
of the shoes of someone wholly different from myself
and willingly walk in them
until I can pick the motes of
criticism, superiority, smugness
from my eyes and truly understand
what it is to be
is a patchwork blending,
each warp or woof thread
filling what was once a gap.
Together--not separately--we fill the holes
to form the seamless garment.
we are the promise and fulfillment.
Image: Bodger Seed Company's impressive floral flag, a tradition begun during WWII. Lompoc, CA