Waking on Another Planet
I woke on another planet this morning
and found myself believing strange new things:
Broken hearts can heal stronger than before,
We don’t have to purchase wisdom with pain,
An open hand holds more than a closed fist,
We all bleed red whatever our color,
Only fools think violence will cause peace,
And we can learn to love ourselves at last.
Perhaps you think I do not understand
the gravity of our situation.
I know the list of disasters stretches
Longer than Orion’s arm. Nonetheless,
I woke on another planet this morning
and planted a bright flag and called it hope.
(Copyright 2013 by Stephen B. Bagley. From the forthcoming Undying: Poems of Fantasy & Science Fiction. All rights reserved. No copying without express permission. Thank you for reading.)
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