I Guess it’s Time

I guess it’s time to confront
the bougainvillea beside my home.

My country lacks doors of access
to lives of dignity for its citizens —
for those whose communities we’ve destroyed
even cellars are hard to find.

I’m too worn to any longer fight,
yes — it is time, though that may be brief.
Perhaps I should hide somewhere,
but where? even from my soul.
To know what’s going on in your country
can be a lonely grieving.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: rjdavies3@comcast.net. Read other articles by Robert A..