White Privilege Moon

the moon is rising, waxing, full, setting, waning

over cities, over gardens, over jails & wilderness

colored by gases in the atmosphere & greed economics

made painterly by clouds, silhouettes of ridges

treelines, escarpment, snow, fog, wind

the moon inflected by minor & majestic

this moon is backgrounded caste dominance,

an un-interrogated assumption, cultural premise—

we cannot homage lightly or easily swoon

the moon of white privilege demands attention

not just while convenient or in outrage

but manifest in sustained life-long commitment

to going through the door the moon illumines:

on the other side is a life of birth & death

of solitude & solidarity, of inquiry & empathy,

a transformation of suffering

the moon of white privilege is a home-leaver:

hitting the road with Claudia Rankine’s Richard Pryor

serious word play: the path of

just us

we must renounce white privilege

& pilgrimage hard to find the gate

over poverty, over hunger, over uncertainty

in classrooms, nurseries, shelters, & pharmacies

the moon of white privilege looms in plain sight

it does no good & needs deeds to be done in

just us/justice

—like spring, like lovers, like death

demands that we grow, change, immediately evolve

new forms of prayer of self & other

O ineluctable moon of just us!

Keep pulling me to action, toward reflection!

Help me renounce pale imitations of peace,

disturb me to make justice the centerpoint

of this wandering life,  a turning place

& font of poetry dispelling white racial paranoia!

O courageous moon of pragmatic agenda:

let we of white privilege not stop now!

in thawing fields, in hospital rooms & airplanes,

in check-out lines, in the privacy of individual choice:

let me work tirelessly to transform unearned privilege

into tendencies of tenderness & affinity,

a new identity, north star of equality

purposeful multiplicity

Through that gateway moon

may I together pass

with all beings.