“Cinco de Mayo ’95” by Janet Wooldridge

Resting my weary head
on the ground tonight
will be a tribute
to Sleep.
Closing my mind
will be the challenge.
Too many thoughts
worries and words
packed in-
atoms knocking together
beating each other for
space, a chance to star.

They're singing their souls
out next door
glorious voices hitting
the night air echoed
by sirens down the block.
There's salvation here
in a garden like Eden
thriving in the dregs
of the city.
Cry hallelujah! again-
they didn't hear you
right the first time.
They still can't stop
the kudzu from growing
the voices praising
minds thinking out loud.