i hate

what seems to 

be the 

everyday 

military 

siren

which shrieks and 

shreds 

my

mornings

’til 

i 

dangle

on

the edge of me,

sucking on a sour pickle

wondering if and when and how and

where

we will no longer

you know,

be…

the sky shrieks and 

free speech masquerades as wayward ghosts,

haunting 

the streets of my country

but see,

the mourning dove

as she basks outside the window

amidst 

fall leaves 

still 

but for gentle rustlings,

she gathers

soft sunlight upon her wings 

and hopes for nests 

in Spring

i want to be…

like her,

oh still

the inside of me

hush the inside of me

there is 

still

 time

to bask in peace

to hope for sunrise

arise

in love 

~Be still and know… ~