Sonnet For George Floyd Poem by gary polonsky

A sonnet

When I consider my imagination
With all its faults, platitudes and figments,
One ‎intra-me contemplation
Which seems extinct is eminence of pigments.
I just don't care who's Black or Brown or White,
Nor which God to whom they choose to pray,
Nor with whom they choose‎ to spend the night,
I only care how they spend their day.

Do they tell the truth and are they kind,
As I understand was George Floyd's way?
Do they eschew bias of the mind
And if not, can they dig for better clay?
I just don't get it. No Adler I, nor Freud.
I just don't get it‎. Rest in peace, George Floyd.


Written in Ontario, Canada - 8th June 2020