First Steps

First Steps | A Poem of Beginnings

First Steps

….and our first steps
where will they take us
each day is a birth
and we wobble and rise
where shall we walk?
To peace?
To war?
To an apocalypse
of our own making
from our guide book
some old fool in a cave
left for us
to wave into the air
the air of our end?
Take the first step,
Walk then, to the field and pick the flowers
pick the flowers and marvel
at their stolen moment
lay them on the graves of the
losers of the wars,
those who lie beneath the fields
of our strength
of our resolve
of our belief.

…painting and poem by Jackson

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