Our Americas: And Other Poems

The vast Americas, a living mosaic of wild terrains and vibrant cultures, cradle stories still slumbering beneath soil and sky. From the snow-kissed crowns of the Rockies to California's golden shores, and across the boundless breadth of the Midwest plains, these lands stretch like a bridge between memory and prophecy. In the age when this land bore the name "Turtle Island," the wisdom of the First Peoples whispered through wind and stone, still lingering in the quiet spaces between now and then.

Empires rise, tyrants fall, and the chorus of awakening grows louder-a call to shake free from the chains of indifference. In this storm of power and betrayal, where daggers of deceit strike deep, hope endures. It rises like dawn after a sleepless night, fierce and fragile, threading through the sorrow and joy of those who dare to dream of justice. The voices of the oppressed burn like stars in the night sky, lighting the way toward a more luminous tomorrow.
September 11th-etched in the marrow of our collective memory-stands as a solemn monument to both devastation and defiance. On that day, the world shifted, and the illusion of safety shattered. In the heavy silence that followed, we searched for meaning amid the rubble, yearning for a future where compassion outshines cruelty, and unity silences the drums of division.

As the river of civilization flows ever onward, it carves a canyon of human experience, asking: What will the next century reveal? Will we walk in harmony through gardens of innovation, or stumble once more through the ruins of forgotten lessons?

This journey, stitched with dreams, fears, and the fire of human will, guides our steps through shifting sands. It reminds us that we are not mere passengers of time, but its sculptors. With every choice, we etch new lines into the story of tomorrow, shaping the legacy that will one day speak our names.