Echos Across The Plain
Voices rise in familiar tones
I ponder the particles of dust slowly rising slowly from the desert floor. Messages form out of the fragments, creating words, reminders of a still faintly ringing past.
‘Can’t we all just get along?’, [1] whispers softly on the breeze until the meaning and memories fade into the storm clouds above. An old song conjures from the cornrow fields, ghostly wafting along an empty road.
‘Breathe, breathe in the air. Don’t be afraid to care.’ [2]
Another year passes, and another, and yet several more until the dust nearly settles.
From every vantage point across the open plain,
the original phrase comes swirling mightily into a pillar of renewed force.
I wonder where the fragments were left to slumber so long ago.
Have we just been in some form of stasus, waiting for him to speak them once more? Or could there be new orators to mount the heights with an even greater resonance?
A Dream [3] I had once told me the dust will take on substance again and hang forever in the air, raining down a cool mist of freedom,
overcoming at last.
References:
- In a statement by Rodney King, post-LA riots.
2. Lyrics from Pink FLoyd’s Dark Side of the Moon
3. Speech from Marting Luther King Jr. at the March on Washington
As always, thanks for taking the time.