from mountains to rubbish

summits of relativity coincide
with the hushed unspoken voice of God
She/He/They are a varied caretakers
in form and presence, denoting
laughter among some distant saints
and among other still stern expressions

but all the mountains will combine one day
and we will all hear each other
unlike these frightening times,
so distant from the idea of compassion
so lost and meager

if we could only tell each other our tales, one by one
the resilience of our collective effort
would destroy the oppression
tomorrow or one day we will be free
to be in the presence of each other

without surveillance, drive-by kidnapping,
or children separated from parents
one day the tree will know when to drop its guard
from the remote refuse, the waste at a distance
when the dispose of the darlings of totalitarianism
smokes its last passing rhythm like a sad voice
where only He/She/They can discover unaloft