They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Hold It Down | Gina Myers

Everything grapples

with the decision to go

on. My work not done.

Blue skies stretch

before me, slight

breeze shakes trees.

My first Georgia

spring learning

what dogwood is.

I said it’s easy to write

a poem about something

other than yourself

but still I turn to this.

Yes, it’s 2012 & nothing

has really changed

since last year.

I don’t want to make


about American history.

I only want to love

my neighbor & do

no harm.