My Time in Prisons

Image of Alcatraz Island by nocloset from Pixabay

My Time in Prisons

Locked down!

Imprisoned by the pandemic…

I think of all the prisons

I have visited.

Fort Christian in

Charlotte Amalie,

St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands.

300-year-old Danish fort,

later, St. Thomas Prison.

Then the dungeon

became a museum.

We toured the dungeon

at Fort Christian.

I remember the coolness

and the rough, thick walls

covered with graffiti…

artwork and obscenities,

messages from inmates

killing time.

Alcatraz, San Francisco Bay.

Once a lightouse, military fort,

and military prison…

then a federal prison.

Abandoned…

then occupied by protesting

Native Americans…

Now a museum.

We visited the cell block,

rusting human cages

and peeling paint…

We thought about the movie,

true story of an inmate,

“Birdman of Alcatraz”

who shared his food with birds.

This was the place

where Al Capone,

famous American gangster,

served time for tax evasion.

They never proved

his other crimes.

We toured a modern day

model prison in California…

remarkably like a college campus!

No graffiti here!

Locked down!

Imprisoned by the pandemic

and writing graffiti…

photos and poems

posted on my blog.


Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia

Brotherhood

Bottlenose Dolphins by Duncan Noakes from Adobe Stock Photos

Brotherhood

Blood, wherever it is shed,

is universally blood red.

We have ancient hates and fears.

We all shed bitter tears.

All over the face of the earth,

families celebrate a baby’s birth.

Universally, people share love

and look to the skies above

seeking hope and inspiration.

We all know setbacks and frustration,

but in our dreams, we all can see

a world of brotherhood and peace.


Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia

World View


World View

If I know myself,

my self-concept is not based

on what others say.

If I am honest,

I won’t waste my potential

deceiving myself.

Having confidence,

I approach life with courage,

not averse to risk.

Having self respect,

I won’t lower myself

showing others disrespect.

If I love justice,

I won’t elevate myself

keeping others down.

If I love myself,

I find it easier to

love my fellow man.


Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia

Regrets

Photo by Tom Swinnen from Pexels

Regrets

Sometimes,
wakeful in the dark,
stillness of the night,
I see regrets like birds
perched on a fence,
silently reproaching me…

I should have shown
more empathy.
I could have made
different choices.
There were opportunities
I missed.

I can truthfully say
I have few regrets…
I ‘ve lived a meaningful
life and worked to
achieve worthy goals…
So I go back to sleep.

In the morning, I wake
to sunlight streaming
in my windows and birds
singing all around me,
and my heart sings along,
ready to seize the day.


Copyright© 2020 by Cheryl Batavia