There was side stepping,
avoiding a disaster. People pointed.
Like thunder they moaned a noise
like trees falling. There was no far
away when gathering started out flat
and solid. Hands with a cause formed
an ocean like seaweed waving.
Hearts of motion breathed energy.
Eyes alighted like hungry animals.
Their language one or two words, holding
the banner of cause. Some drifted to
the sides, alone in the song, blending in,
accepting the failings of what could
not be changed.
