CLOSING IN ON JUSTICE

The frustrating case of justice delayed,
excuses made to slow the pace
like cars in both lanes going 15 mph.
Never passing, never making room.

You imagine my outrage is an isolated
incident and you, the right to slow my roll.
Adversaries illustrated in India ink
—black and white our only options.

We’re Spy vs. Spy only you have all
the weapons. And traps.
What I have, and it’s all I’ve got,
is a voice and a shared dream.

Making justice is messy and irritating,
like a ragged nail snagging
a clean sock. But my shoe still fits
and the truth is clearer than ever

And ever closer.