The Resistance

There is rebellion afoot,
a Resistance
to our gunning engines,
ticking clocks,
our lists, alarms, appointments. 

The green forces -
lemon balm, mint, basil,
the pepper and tomato,
Virginia creeper -
whisper, "Look! I grew
while you were not looking!"

Our children grew, too -
one, four, twelve -
chubby foot soldiers with crayon banners
shouting "Look what I made you!"
while you were making lists.

The campaign of birds
sing, "It is good
to sit for hours on a branch
and glory in the golden morning!"

Every leaf, blade, 
every drop of rain
join forces
in nonviolent protest
against Hurry. 

We are surrounded.
Surrender.