Zucotti Park

[macdaill]

Zucotti Park

I saw all of them there
in the roaring New York sunlight.
The uneasy police with all their
fantastic illegal legalities
surround the park
like an agitated audience,
uncertain of the presentation.
Sinuous energy tingles
along everyone's nerves,
all adrenaline bright
with trembling excitement.
The activists buzzing like
electric bees forming
sparkling networks,
creating a consensus
fired with angry love.
Drummers demand
the worship of dancing feet
to express the driving message.
Ancient primitive rituals
conjured within windowed
mountains of power,
the air filled with numinous scents
and the energized songs
of the People doing
the People's work.
And walls of turbulent words;
bricks of brown cardboard
bear the signs of revolution,
colorful runes sizzle
with pain filled visual verity.

Here I made my will known
and shouted out my defiance!
Here I met the fearsome troll
yet escaped unscathed!
Here I made my oath to my son
which I shall never fail!
Here in Zucotti I saw Liberty,
and found my Self again.