katie bar the door

she was a hipster,

i could tell

by the red framed glasses

and spiked

white hair,

the little bird tattoo

on her leg.

she wasn't aging

gracefully,

going gently into

that good night.

she knew all the new

music,

indie films.

where the next protest

march was being held.

she told me about the five

times she'd

been arrested,

each war.

despite being

60,

she was hanging on

to 30

with all her might.

she had stickers on her

car,

coexist,

peace love,

recycle.

be the solution,

not the problem.

she grew basil in her

back yard.

she could stand on her

head for an

hour

and quote Eckart Tolle

and Allan Watts,

and 

Jane Fonda, Greta Thunberg.

for me,

at that point 

it was

Katie bar the door.