It would be a shame
to go on and on and then out
longing for grace
of some imagined historically significant life missed,
or simply more entertaining and health wealthy lives
laughingly not chosen,
to instead choose to belong in slow learner loyal grace
of this love life limply lived place
I could have chosen to hurt hurting people
by delightfully deliberately applauding the U.S.
as RedBlooded Earth’s manifest supreme land
of patriarchal self-infested opportunity.
But we might instead agree
this is also a matriarchal land of love liberty,
one of a few scattered seed-invested places,
warm inviting wombs
of opportunity for health incubation
with concomitant risks of nationalistic pathology.
It would be my unpatriotic shame
to exit Matriarchal EarthSoul
without fully belonging in graced opportunities
of predestined integrity.