And on that day, the designated
Wise Men gathered on the holy hill, and
Painted maps to palaces they’d read about in ads,
And chanted jingles they’d heard from another room,
And offered safe Solutions
That worked 22% of the time,
And lavished comfort culled from greeting cards
To the anxious crowd
Kept at sanitary distances.
And on that day, I fled
The safe solutions, lavished comfort,
Painted maps, and chanted jingles.
I fled the holy hill, and
Climbed a tree.
And I remembered what
I already knew.
~Shelly Johnson, 2019