May My Tears Move Mountains

by Alan S. Garrett


A storm passes, rains cease.
From below a voice carries;
Words within can’t be contained forever.

A tear drop hangs perilously at the end of a dead tree limb.
It falls into a puddle.
Ripples become waves spreading out across oceans:

"Sing," cries Liberty — "SING damn you!!!"

Never let them silence your voice,
No matter what they've done to your hearing.

May my tears move mountains.