An Afternoon in Muir Woods

Green, endless green,

Sunlight dripping in through canopies of redwoods –

Birds, wasps, and bees buzzing about,

leaves at peace in the breeze.

green, endless green,

soul at ease.

The Poll Waltz


“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,

We know,

Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,

With the tears of our foremothers,

The blood of our brothers.

Don’t tell us how to be,

Don’t tell us what to believe,

Don’t speak,

Just listen.

Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.

Think, don’t just follow suit.

Photo: Alexis Micu
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)