Its hot and muggy in this brick oven
the gray painted walls tacky from the heat
around the various small tables
sit sweating men in Southern cotton
and Northern wool.
They haggle and argue and face off
about the injustices
that roil all English blood
and come to the point, that
independence from the Crown
is the only option for their colonies.
What verbiage used, whether slavery
should be addressed, what land owner’s rights
play into a declaration
that was the start of America.
Thomas Jefferson up all night drafting the most
important words of his time:
“We hold these truths to be self-evident…”
And on those parchment pages
a dozen hands align and alter sentences
twist the adverbs and conjunctions,
massage the message to be concise;
perfected and postage paid to King George
an ocean away,
they wait.
Their fate becomes a candle lit,
and the world set aflame by it.
And the end result, so far says history
would be the creation of a mighty nation.
Birthed in Liberty.
The Numinous Cosmos 