A Very Nice Day Embracing Unity

by Ernie McCray

I met with some good folks
on a beautiful warm and sunny day
to just unify
with people of like minds.
And it was well worth my time
as we sang a few songs
and opened a mic
to prose and rhymes
after taking a little time
to burn sage
to purify our bodies and our minds,
giving reverence to the
ideals of the indigenous cultures,

the hundreds of tribes

who lived on these shores

long before the rest of us arrived,

in that spirit

devoting our lives

to the promises of

peace, liberty, and hope,

vowing

to stand strong and tall

to undo the brutal abuse

that has been perpetrated

on our democracy,

like mighty Sahuaros

defying the desert’s relentless heat

for their very survival,

as they, at the same time,

beautify their surroundings.

 

Oh, those moments,

were precious to me

and I left the gathering

like a tissue

floating on a gentle breeze,

energized

and humanized,

and I then,

in such a state of mind,

with my beautiful querida,

set off for another good time,

a loving event

where there was delicious food

and great live and deejay-played music

filling the air

with good cheer,

in celebration of union workers

of all kinds,

people who forever

put their boots on the ground

(the theme of the dinner),

to create a world

that’s fair-minded and sound,

their successes

so dependent, to a great extent,

on what the focus was for me earlier in the afternoon:

unifying.

And they do it with a flair,

with an attitude

of not just

demanding seats at the table,

but building their own,

and I’m down with that

from the depths of my heart and soul

and to the marrow of my bones.

 

I will savor this day for a while

as it was just my style,

a day of joy,

during troubled times,

when people joined each other

to, in essence, say:

 

“Hell No”

to all the madness,

in our country,

at play.

 

Put simply I had

a very nice day embracing unity.

Author: Ernie McCray
I was raised in a loving and alive home, in a black neighborhood filled with colorful characters in Tucson, Arizona. Such an environment gave me a hint that life has to be grabbed by the tail as tight as a pimple on a mosquito's butt. With no BS and a whole lot of love. So, from those days to now I get up every morning set on making the world a better place. On my good foot*, and I hope my writing reflects that. *an old black expression

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