I am flying flags upside down,
those Forever ones,
American standard unfurled with pride,
speeding my letters and bills on their way.
The law of the sea—
if you are distressed, and I am, my country, too—
is fly your national flag upside down
so others will see your appeal.
Neighboring crafts are required to help,
but here I am unsure of the result–
will others will understand and accept
my statement and my need?
If I send a letter to the President
with such a flag, will he tweet to ask
how he can help, or will he crow
that my ship, not his, is sinking?
I know my protest is small,
but if others do the same,
perhaps millions of upside down banners in the mail,
maybe things will change.
Until then or other relief,
I will use these simple signals,
trusting the postal service
not to judge or question just deliver.
No one better to trust than my local carriers,
where neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night,
nor national trouble, keeps them from their appointed rounds.
Already I feel better.
©Robin Gorsline 2017