Stuck No More

Whispers in the wind,

Thoughts walking over themselves:

Can it really be?

Clockwork gears overturning.

Desperation pressurized.

Finally, knowledge

Leaks from airtight vessels and

Rides on beams of light.

We’re looking around,

Gauging the other faces.

“Do you see it too?”

It’s like hardened mud.

If nobody touches it—

Then no pottery.

Stale like morning breath,

Decrepit under your sink,

Filthy, festering.

The premise changes.

The acceptance turns to gold.

Healing waters flow.

It’s time, Compassion.

People face one another.

It’s time, Love and Grace.

We’re willing to see your path,

And construct along those lines.