savior complex

As a younger thing I fantasized tackling a Beloved from the path of a fast car, tumbling with the grateful other, becoming seen and loved and touched at once
Today in the shower I fantasized storming a coat market, after the cities collapse, and shouting til the crowd joined in, "One person, One Coat" and elbowing the security person hard in the nose before being surfed away by the joyful becoated mob - I saw no Beloved in that fantasy, but if they were there, they would have been impressed

revelations

It's time for Leonard Peltier to get up, walk through his prison walls and out to the White House
to sit in the center of the malignancy and signal its deconstruction
returning the land to the water, the salmon, the forests, the peoples, none of them those who have died
but all of them
and why has it taken so long, Leonard?
Did he doubt his own powers, or was he waiting for us
to act on our own, absent a hero
or to ask why we kept him in so long