Equal In The Sky

If opinion is law,
then I am Jesus
before Pilate.

Heed me.

A crimson chorus chants
my destruction–punishment
for the crime of disruption.
Such a pity I didn’t remain
in the desert  in which I was born,
but instead dared to see the ocean.

Heed me.

I thirst for water
and found trees growing
in the pond my drool formed.
I nurtured others at my own expense.

Heed me.

We are all clouds;
some mask the sun, others bleed rain,
and there are those that are simply
aesthetically pleasing.
Despite our differences,
we are all equal in the sky.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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