2 Poems

by Judy R. Augustine

Photo by Nancy Wong, via Wikimedia Commons

silence folding in 

As I sit with time, I dare to ask, “Do you conform to the construction of meaning, or do you
     rather remind mere mortals that there is no law nor meaning constituting your
     embodiment?” The beauty of your curvature is a vortex with a gravitational pull, a beauty
     that most are unsure of, maybe even afraid of. 

If you’d allow it, I’d stay. Enjoying whispers of nothingness as you hold me close, all while
     melting away. Alone with myself, I’m faced with myself – because time is only an
     illusion. 

As I sit alone with myself, I dare to ask again, “Do you conform to the construction of
     normative, or do you rather remind yourself: time unravels . . . and she will leave
     you.”

America’s Day 

My country ’tis of thee sweet land of liberty? The beautiful country where all are promised
freedom, oh America how you have lied to us, not by any fault of your own my dear, instead
the fault of those who took advantage of the sweet privilege and power that came with the
whisper of democracy. See lady liberty in the distance at 89 seconds to midnight, the fear in
her eye, the uncertainty in her near future. She clutches her torch tighter than ever, though
she doesn’t hold it as highly as she once did.