Hazy Acres

We walked in the city 

Scattered line

Tight at times 

We walked through their experience 

Their normalcy

Their perfection 

As a reminder we are alive 

Outside this system 

We did not ask for 

And there it was staring at us 

Gatekeepers of the cycle 

Guardians of safety 

We walked through them loudly

And quietly

As a moving piece of sound 

But with peace

Soft smiles to say 

We are here as you are 

It can always be different 

Settling for nothing less than how different it can be 

Collectively holding sound

In the palm of our hands 

Watching faces of confusion 

Standing up straight

Proud to be the peaceful resistance

In this time 

As we wonder what we have become 

Or always were 

With all times 

Art drives the narrative 

One inch or a thousand miles 

It bends the frames

You walk with it

Not in control of it 

Briefly catching the glimpse of some other side 

They look at you 

While you look through them 

To see how far we’ve enclosed it all 

A picture in a frame

We drew lines outside of it