I

Where silence solidified into skyscraper steel,
one trembling voice challenged its foundations,
not with fist but open palm, slicing through the
the Babel Tower of what we thought was permanent:
this architecture of assumption, these windows
we mistook for sky, this ugliness we thought was
beauty, standing there as ‘progress’ for all to see.

II

Watch how this courage becomes a wooden bridge,
not a tower, a causeway to the living field in which
we breath out this beautiful potential, not the thunder
of collision but the artful learning to dance breathless
in this open field under the sky where nothing seemed
possible until one dared to say, something else is.

 

7/10/2025