The fiftieth year of the crossing of a bridge,
this day in history… momentous, it’s true…
but what does it change but the perspective
of the one doing the crossing when through?
The day is as unsteady as the past since the
same issues [pockets] need to be turned out…
turned out to be seen for a perception tried
to inflame, to cause people unease, to shout.
To shout does not change things… this seen
in our past but to reach and grasp this change
is to stand for the change sought, peacefully,
and not give up until our sight will rearrange,
the giving up of the old… in face of the new
and not simply lip-service, new landscape
is where the horizon yields to thoughts fresh
and giving of potential, freedom’s full drape,
settle not for some liberty or it will be when
one is set apart… segregation again alive,
man has always wanted more… deserved
more, equally, to live and not just survive.
To stand at the foot of the Edmund Pettus Bridge… historic and memorable- what happens after depends on our actions [peaceful… as in the past and effective] or not!