Time to take out the creativity kit channel Betsy Ross and try to stitch a new flag of unity from the chiaroscuro scrapes of tunnel-visioned division, the bias binding of a social disease.
Make a monochromatic comforter of unity. Compose a quilted love song to my country that makes us all take one knee, aching from the weight of words, fear-based imagery, and the sight of stubborn ones fighting over our freedoms like toys; they won't let go until they rip us in two.
If only I could find you, a universal needle, our foremothers, have them describe to their descendants why they chose to arrive-- or if they didn't, why their families set their squares in the only land I know where you can say and pray exactly as you want without the control of a foundation piercing through.
I'd double line my work with so much to learn about the environment and society, such a lovely creation-- fabric slightly off the grain is still useable. Easing is possible through continued back-stitching, and honorable collaboration.
Let each of us switch swaths of consciousness, experience homespun discrimination, hate and the hand of displacement rips in the fabric we carry inside.
Wrap us all in a new kindred shawl with long right and left arms, a homogenous hug, hold us all there and remind each of us-- our creation is home.
This poem is my echo eiderdown to always listen, to kneel before purple mountains, nature's majesty, and to love all of the swatches of my homeland. Feel a sense of pride for America, the lattice quilt of the free.