Indivisible

For years I’ve passed a sculpture

When I walk at break of day.

It’s very unobtrusive,

Likely meant to be that way.

 

It’s just one word carved out of wood

And tethered to a sign

Reminding people not to park

Or they’ll incur a fine.

 

The word is “indivisible”

And in the USA,

It’s front and center in the pledge

That schoolkids learn to say.

 

We’re meant to think our country

Is united and, with pride,

We pledge allegiance to the nation

Where we all reside.

 

But lately, we’re divided

Like an apple cut in two,

Each half belonging to a crowd

That’s cloaked in red or blue.

 

This week I found the sculpture gone

And I was not surprised;

Perhaps the artist figured out

His hope’s been compromised.