Just a Crack in the Ceiling
As I lay in my bathtub
Staring at a crack in the ceiling,
It occurred to me
That a century or two from now
It won't matter
If I ever patched it.
It might matter
That I fought for the rights of people
Like and unlike myself
To stare at cracks in their ceilings
And worry about when and how to patch them
And not even know that those ordinary parts of living
Were, once upon a time,
Not the only kinds of obstacles
People like and unlike themselves had to face.
Return to the Front Door.
E-mail me at Weavre@graffiti.net