Sanctuary

Stomping divots in this ocean of mud

Is like trying to make the earth flat again

And you laugh and I say some people

Are actually trying and not only that but

They would have us unwind the journeys

Of our ancestors across isthmus bridges

Across oceans on ships so tender that

They could not sail even a broad reach

Across rivers and through tunnels at night

Holding hope that some will not be deported

My barn is big enough for six families

At least, enough feet to stomp all the divots

Enough to carry on the farm when I die

Enough for a complete circle around the fire

So let us go out now into the muddy pasture

And ask the horses for those greater hearts

© Bill Prindle, 2019

Horses in the field
by Peter, from Bern, Switzerland
from Wikimedia Commons