Hello, Connector readers! It’s Kate Betts with our latest Writers’ Corner piece. This poem, ‘Walk the Grounds’, is by I.J. Steinberg.
By I.J Steinberg
Walk the grounds with me now.
Walk them till the dust stamps out from under boot to touch the sky so you can,
Catch the sun in solid gold bars compressed by clambering hands seeking truth,
Lies on the tongues of all saying lazy, slacker, bean can stacker.
Walk the grounds around the person you love.
See them from every angle every crack and crevice,
Call out to all who love you and say,
Hi did you text me last night?
Walk the grounds around your blank paper.
Let your eyes put pen to paper to have asphalt pages bite you back,
Obfuscating veils of information highways passing our words in culled conversations,
Talk and never be afraid to do so.
You flock together bird of feathers flight
Bring the voices back to reason
Show how powerful you are
Blood dried,
Heat it up
Bring
Them
Down.
Oh have you your smartphones?
Are your nimble fingers intact?
Do you have your wits?
Your comeback books stacked high?
Downloaded and pressed neatly to your breast?
Walk the grounds children of the age.
Conquer fear of the pulpit and leap to it children.
Leap to it and stop the madness.
The gunpowder is packed in now,
The shots fired in the streets and all the blood is bleached white,
Take stock and walk out to truly see the world that’s left for you.
Walk the grounds millennium children.
Take stock the hands of the clock tower prisons.
Look around and speak so that the years tremble.
