To distant peak
Though peak itself
Remains obscure
And should I find
A mountaintop
Who’s to say
I find the one
Reserved to some
Refused to those
Who’ve never known
The pinnacle
And should I find
A mountaintop
Who’s to say
I find the one
Reserved to some
Refused to those
Who’ve never known
The pinnacle
I can’t perch where the caged bird sings
But to her fearful trill
Take up harmony
This free bird sings so to keep her wing
Now should cat stay
Here on this day
Might we not pray
The time has come
For mouse and cat
To mellow some
And end this spat
A harbinger
Of things to come
Of times extant
Of days which always were
And may always be
Until we find our way
To a better way
Create a better world
And I wonder at you and I
With all that space
We put between us
And still
We just can’t
Get along
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
And so I forfeit
The beauty
And insight
I will never know