The US of America

Oh, my beautiful country
birthplace of my dreams
hijacked now as oft before
and yet

the fullness of it's promise
the power to the people

and in the aggregate
our petty little jagged means
would smooth to ends
if not so
glorious
at least, well
palatable

I did not imagine then
it needing work this hard and long
nor concentration so
intense, nor focus
so relentless

even when one day succeeds
you wake to other openings
through which will pour
the penetrating flow
of god or profit
calculations
washing power out
the people's door
and down the drains
to secret caches
carefully constructed
while we took a moments rest

so one must wake
as one might sleep
we only have each other
with open hearts
to all that yearn
while still we have
the power

(2001-2004)

Ann-Patrice Hickey