Lack of trust has invaded
in rulings meant to harm.
The Law has always
been my hope,
stare decisis the blanket
which keeps hope warm
and alive. No more.
The plants in my garden
are travelers, often moved
to new places where
they better sink in roots
to mend and grow.
The bulbs, too meander,
carried by squirrels
with short memories
to bloom again.
Such chaos in a garden
must be controlled.
Beauty arises from balance,
the meld of new with old.
It unfurls harmony
in steadfast rules
on which the gardener can rely.
No harmony can happen
when stare decisis flees the garden,
when black robes become shadows
over truths we all know.
The fields ofAmerica will soon lie fallow
because the Supreme Court
has abandoned the land
where democracy grows.
