by Mike Gullickson

I am waiting for the reset button
to be pushed
and while the world reboots
I will watch a single cell split
and life begin.
I will watch the stars appear
from their pockets in the sky.
I will watch first fins
then feathers,
I will watch us crawl
from the muck
and slide back in again
which is why the reset button
was pushed
why we had to begin again.

I am waiting
for my second chance
for my third chance
for all the chances
I need to make it right.
I am waiting for forgiveness
to flower
and the garden of gratitude
to bloom again
to bear fruit
to bear joy
to spread seed
and multiply.
I am waiting for
sunlight and rain
in exactly the right amount
no scorching, no drought.
I am waiting
for the crops to come in
the rivers to flow
and everyone to be fed.

I am waiting for congress to declare
a National Holiday for love
where all of us begin
our day
with someone we love next to us
a special day
where everyone gets a day off
even the firemen
even the police
even the miscreants
celebrate by sleeping in
and just for one day
just for one day
commit no crimes
a purge of sorts
the only duty
making sure every person
on this planet
feels loved.

I am waiting
for the speed of light
to be exceeded
so all of us
can feel the light
of kindness
pour into us
for all of us
to know where the
glow comes from
to feel the spirit
move us.
Where there is darkness
it will be overcome.
I am waiting for someone
to throw the switch.

I am waiting, patiently waiting
for poems to matter again
for voices to be heard
for the spoken word
to ring clearly in the air
for the bell of our voices
to sound throughout the world,
for the apple to fall from the tree
we’ll call it gravity
that keeps us rooted
where we are without
the will to change
which is why
I am waiting
for the reset button
to be pushed.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mike Gullickson is a poet who has published in many publications, as well as on the Via Bus System in San Antonio, and has read on NPR. He is co-chair of The Georgetown Poetry Festival and co-editor of two poetry magazines, Blue Hole and The Enigmatist. This marks the fourth time he has written a poem from this inspiration. He has seen Ferlinghetti read this poem and it always moves him. He is seeking poems 32 lines or less for his two magazines and further information can be found by sending an email to  poetkind@yahoo.com.

IMAGE: “Black Hollycock Blue Larkspur” by Georgia O’Keeffe (1930), Gift of the Burnett Foundation and the Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation, ©Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.