Have you watched the slow caravans of clouds <br />And felt the earth’s pull as they lean into the sky <br />Or maybe zeroed in on a single star in the wash of a black night <br />And know this tapestry of distant heat <br />Was the same for your ancestors going back millennia <br />That star may not even exist anymore <br /> <br />You and I are coupled to all who ever lived <br />To all who ever looked upward <br />By these things we see <br />By this water we swallow <br />By the wistful touch of the wind <br />By the adoration for our children <br />By the measure of silence <br /> <br />Headlines and declarations and borders dissolve <br />Even the best of them <br />As a child you were a God <br />Now you can be a savior <br />A simultaneously prophetic and poetic act before your comrades <br />Sparing the captive for the single star <br />Sparing the lit match for the wind<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-to-say-to-your-captor/
