Updated: Aug 3, 2020
Then, Now, When and How
I believe in then, now, when and how,
the moo of the cow coming from where the green grass grows.
I believe in when and how, now and then, the regretful, sad moan
of the lone whale now headed for home.
I believe in our ancestors who cultivated civilization, yes.
I believe in that, even the little scurrying rat,
the tap, tap, tap of the winter rain.
I believe in early civilization, yes, yes, I do, but the vision of it
is now, then, when, how... it has grown so sophisticated and for that,
it is lowly rated by me.
I used to believe in bells, buttons, rings, and rockets with sprockets.
Now I don't - it's not my way of life.
I believe in sustainability, subsistence.
I believe in the elk, the deer - the cry of the moon calling out to the sun
to deplete the darkness of dawn.
I believe in myself, the ocean, the motion of the waves.
by: Micah Jacobs
Poet-Teacher: Jackie Hallerberg
The Light in My Hand
In the palm of my hand there is a light that
travels with me.
It whispers to me I am the pearl of the ocean
I am the light of the moon
I am the sunny eye and the swaying dragon.
It goes to a place of shininess where a river starts and by
that river it leads me to the moon.
When it is done it leads me to the ticking and tocking
of the pocket watch.
It shows me the way of the spark.
by: Ariel J. Jauregui
Dear Baron Shahé
Quarantine is like being a fish in the ocean,
scared and vulnerable, not knowing what’s out there.
Covid-19 is the shark that’s chasing after all of us.
The school of fish means more food for the shark.
The ones that stay away, have a better chance to survive.
I’m one of those fish, scared of the world, not wanting
to leave my home because the predator is ready to attack
at any moment. I live in fear, not wanting to be hit
by the monster that is out there killing people one by one,
not wanting to be a part of those numbers, not wanting
to be the one who dies. It’s a scary world we live in.
We never know what will come next.
By Claudine Azilazian
County: Los Angeles