We Have Everything That We Need
By: Courtney Beck
Too often, I live my days
in the future. Too often I catch myself
Believing the lie that we’re behind,
the Establishment is watching,
and they are unimpressed.
“It’s time.” they say.
“You’re late.” they say,
All the while, my whole body nodding,
in its unconsidered agreement.
That is until the days, mostly recent,
when I sit back in my chair,
asking quietly, atleast at first:
“What is it time for?”
“What are we late for?”
“And who, might I ask, ARE YOU?”
We’re different, you and I,
in just as many ways as
We’re the same.
We’re looking out the same window, at the same field
And we see, more and more,
that the boundary lines,
made in our minds,
can be redrawn.
Cut to fit us, like a fitted suit
They feel like a finely crafted power
Made by the tailor, who sweeps and tugs at the fabric
he’s shaped to fit our shoulders
Do not be afraid, my love.
We will have what it takes.
Let’s go together.
We have everything that we need.