I’m No War Monger
showed up on my doorstep
asking me how I was going to vote.
Can you believe that?!
I was honoured and humbled to say:
I’m voting for you.
But I admit I was a little star struck.
a small group of children came too.
They were arm in arm
with Tree, Prairie Grasses, Wolf, Salamander
and I’m sure I saw Honey Bee hitching a ride on Wolf’s ear tip.
They asked too,
that holy crew,
How are you going to vote?
I squirmed a bit when I said Water,
but they put my heart at ease when they wisely pointed out
that a vote for Water was a vote for them.
Then they partied on over to the next house.
An hour or so later
I was startled by the arrival of
(a ferocious couple: Earth and Air)
who blasted their way to my home.
Settling on the porch
into a noble pile of rich soil
and a lovely breeze,
they too asked me how I was going to vote.
Wow! I thought,
Air AND Earth asking ME, little ol’ me,
this important question?
When I told them Water
a breeze of relief wafted over me
and Earth left me a tiny gift of mycelium strands.
I didn’t event have a chance to say Thank You!
because just like that,
they whirled away.
I could see where this was going
and I wasn’t about to wait for fire to show her face
so I picked up my purse
and like my mother before me,
and her mother before her
(during whose lifetime it became possible for me to do so)
I went to vote.
I’m no war monger
but today, and all my days,
I will fight for all these visitors.
originally written October 19, 2015
Nicole Marie Moen
Poems, stories, quotes and musings about mystery, humans and all life on earth.