Tall plumes of oddly colored smoke obscure the horizon
Tiny nodes of shiny steel hover and zip into wind and debris
I run, anywhere, in circles to find
air that is clear where the warmth of the sun can be felt.
On the ridge above an expanse of valley
Once full of life now smoldering with potent death
I climb, higher, to reach
ground that is pure where no claim of death can be made.
Serenity exists in a distant place that beckons to me
Seeking safety, sweet air, the life energy of the sun
I reach, hopeful, to heal
the descration of life, of love, of spirit, of soul
They think I am the cause, my innocence feigned
They hold their life too dear, their hearts too closed
I claim, rightfully, my status
as a victim where no empathy for my pain can be offered
I run, again, to smaller and smaller spaces
I have no more time, I have no more choice
I can no longer evade
I will die in sweet, clean air.
The demons that bring the end to my door must be
unmasked, given form, given faces, given names
If I am ever to exorcise them and
breathe sweet clean air without dying.
(c)2004 Theresa Peluso