RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
The Creature
of the Deep
There is
a creature that dwells in sleep
With
tentacles long and many
As many
as are necessary
In the
moment of deep, deep sleep
Its
tentacle reach out in all directions
Taking
hold of every sleeping soul
In that instant
we are all connected
Each of
us knows what every other thinks
Each of
us feels what every other feels
Each of
us understands we are one
The
Israeli feels what the Palestinian feels
The
Russian sees what the Ukrainian sees
The
Islamist understands the Hindi
The
Christian understands the Buddhist
The
deist understands the atheist
The
saint understands the bigot
Each of
us understands the other
When we
are in that deep cave of sleep
We are
naked and everywhere
When we
climb out of that deep cave
We clothe
ourselves with prejudice
We
clothe ourselves with bigotry and hate
We don
the cloth of closed minds
That we
may thrive among our people
Yet at
moments of silent clarity
When all
is quiet in the soul
We
remember the creature of the deep
We
remember that instant of knowing
We
remember that we are one with all
And all
are one within