Traveling On

We need to travel on
I say it.
You say it.

The world moves
Animals roam on and away.

I am stuck in place.

I lift my feet and they feel like
concrete.
You try to walk around and your ankles
are in quicksand.

The wind moves.
Plants spray their seeds and histories around.

We need to move on.
Travel on.

We need superheroes

Everyday I read another sad story.
A woman with acid burning her flesh
A pleading call to end a gang rape.

Lives ended because of assaults
On duty or just walking home from work.

I wish for the superheroes I read about.
Those that watched from a far and protected people.

Those superwomen and supermen
were there and swooped in, spoke the truth, and tried to find justice.

Those super people in my comics
cartoons and movies were fiction.

I wish for today and tomorrow they were real.