Poetry About Lawyers

Morning found the courtroom before the judge entered. Briefs waited in careful stacks beneath the clock. One question opened the weakness in a polished claim. Lawyers needed no announcement. Its meaning gathered slowly around the truth that advocacy carries both power and responsibility.

Before I could name Lawyers, the law became human when a frightened client was heard. The room grew quiet, not empty, and left one honest thought resting in the open.

What remained was simple: Briefs waited in careful stacks beneath the clock. The law became human when a frightened client was heard. The day held both images without choosing between them, and called that balance a form of understanding.