272: Same, Same but Different
Today I noticed a fly trapped in the kitchen.
It buzzed frantically against the cold glass window.
Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. day.
Hymns about the mountain top buzz in my lungs.
Today it is strawberry season in Gaza,
sticky ripe fruit blessing the dead of winter.
Only today, there are no strawberries,
for all their growers have died.
And today, there are still chains to break and mountains to scale,
for we have yet to wake from the dream.
And unless I get up from my reading chair to open the kitchen window
one more creature will never know freedom.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good