speak up, carry your truth

for emma, and  all the children~

sun cascades on snow,
now, almost a memory;
like afternoon butter light-
shifting into kali's night

stars appear to be
not that far away--still
they flicker- fine-tuning

not the wisdom
found on ouiji boards,
or pop psychology,
dished out by PHDs

just the sheer innocence,
experience based,
fueled by the heart....and
articulated with purity--

possibly can be
the grand opening
this nation needs
to destroy bigotry and greed

a bravery I never saw
in my own high school years-
the complacent seventies....
muted, and asleep 

let's dig in and get deep,
let's get messy and real

for brighter days ahead, and
nights of peaceful sleep

 photo/poem~kate lamberg (c) '18