Bursting In Air

On Independence Day
I wave the flag of the present moment.
Something in my chest melts the borders
of all nations.
I am a citizen of the earth today,
a child of one human family.
I am searching for a new anthem,
not about bombs bursting in air,
but about peonies bursting
in my garden.
Please hold a space of silence
in your heart this evening,
not only for the deer who
shiver in the green belt,
the sparrows who tremble
in the blackberry bushes,
for dogs and cats who do not understand
this man-made thunder,
but for the warriors who are
suddenly in Fallujah or Khe Sanh again,
who shut their windows
and hug themselves in the hot July night
smelling sulfur in the air.