King Once Had A Dream

This is another part of my recently retrieved poetry collection from summer 2005, which seems just as pertinent now:




King once had a dream. And now,

My dream for us today?

Can I dream?

Are there any more dreams to dream? Now?

Or am I foolish



I have no wisdom

No right words

Many years of ‘enlightenment training’

is not enough.

So difficult to change!



This is the white whine

Intoxicating,

Overwhelming, despair

guilt and not knowing

it’s little consolation to the oppressed:

But white despair

is there.

Sometimes it seems the only way

to un-do

is to un-be

it runs so deep, so long, so wide



So difficult to change



But that doesn’t mean give up;

To give up is to die



and love is deep too

and long, and wide

beyond us,

and our failing, inadequate steps.



We must try to go on

In any imperfect way.

Or perhaps

In the least imperfect way

we can.