That Second Star to the Right

like so many others that came before me
and like all the others of my generation
we believed in Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
and Neverland… and we were all
lost boys and girls…believing in pixie dust
and mermaid lagoons…a magic moon
and Captain Hook and tiger Lily…
believing in eternal childhood…
in never growing old or growing up…
if only pixie dust could be purchased
over the counter – so we could fly
towards that second star to the right
and straight on ’til morning…

but unlike the others –
i was compelled to stay behind…
so much for the abundance
of happy thoughts  that crowd my mind
and compete for attention to be recalled…
unlike the others –
i never found that source of pixie dust
to power those happy thoughts to aid in my flight…
unlike the others i had to stop dreaming
of Peter Pan…and Tinker Bell
and Neverland…and mermaid lagoons…
and a magic moon and Captain Hook
and tiger Lily…of never growing up…
and unlike the others –
i had to resign from my post as a lost girl
and had to find myself…
but i kept fighting not to forget –
Peter Pan…and Tinker Bell
and Neverland…and mermaid lagoons…
and a magic moon and Captain Hook and tiger Lily…

and now unlike the others
i’ve found myself all grown up…
no longer lost…but still young at heart
and i’ve managed to fashion for myself
a pair of white feathered wings…

so i bid you farewell…look for me in the sky
heading towards that second star to the right
and flying straight on ’til morning…

The Extremes of Society

some are born with a
silver spoon in their mouth…
born to a life of riches…
of silken robes and pleasure…
with time infinite for their
slow leisurely paces…without
the need to bustle in their days…
and fragrant gardens to greet
them in the morning when
they wake…and yet in spite of
these they still find reasons to
rant and whine and want more…

and some are born without
privilege nor wealth to their
name…with only the coarse
cloth of poverty to wrap themselves in
during cold rainy days and nights…
with only the rancid breath and
the froth of an unjust society
to fill their empty coffers…
and the women – in their struggle,
fling themselves – blindly…
unwillingly…to life’s oldest trade…
they close their eyes for courage…
as they cast off their garb and self respect
for the meager price from salacious men…
and while their bodies are despoiled,
they try to escape..they hitch a train – homeward –
via an endless 8-track in their minds…

the extremes of society…and I,
I was neither born with
a silver spoon nor
a life without privilege
or wealth…my struggles
and my pains are different…
and I wonder
if the elocution of those in power
will bring balance and equality
between these extremes and not
coagulate the divide…as in a diode
where everything would flow
towards one extreme…