Beyond My Outpost
Perched on a foreign outpost,
Above the world’s unplanned commands,
I’m anxiously looking across
For somewhere safe to land.
Whether it be the East’s desert sand,
Or the turbulent strands
Of the West’s Rio Grande –
Wherever I land,
Will they ever understand?
Do I need an identifying ankle band?
Is the law of the land
Corrupt contraband,
Or cash in hand?
Editor: Erynn Crittenden
Beautiful said, and excellent rhyming, Ivor. Where do we land where there is peace and light?
Thank you for reading my poem here at CHW; I appreciate your thoughtful comments, EugiI
Ivor, the photo is perfectly paired with this poem, both reflecting the uncertainties of this era.
Thank you very much for reading my poem here on CHW magazine. It was a fortuitous photo, as the magpie let me get within arm’s length away, and that situation inspired me to speak on the bird’s behalf, Cheryl