Poetry Tuesday

Awake?
by Julie Z. Stiller

This is just to see if you are PAYING ATTENTION yet?
Are you reading the news?
Not just the easy-to-consume type.
I mean the real kind.
The news that shows the pictures of what we've done.
Or have the hobgoblins of mediocrity convinced you
it doesn't matter?
Do you get what is happening?
Or does it seem too improbable, thus impossible?

Please Don't Go Back To Sleep.
You Must Stay Awake.
Be a witness.
Be an educator.
Be an instigator.

Inspired by the following poem:

A Ritual To Read To Each Other
by William Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.