We are stepping carefully
on stones of preconceived concept.
The march stops
here, where we were, fear
is firm, fencing
off a watershed, circumscribing generations,
creating artifice.
We walk a slow and unrelenting pace
but upheaval is a mandate, sending
slush and trash
down rushing waters with the force,
when its time
has come.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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