Modern Pan

These days
the moons are brightly golden,
the Sun subjects a silver stare,
the youth seem to be making waves forward,
moves filled with possibility.
I contemplate youth, not so long ago,
when my pansexuality seemed to be
attacked with notions
of greed or humourous.
These days those mountains are less mountainous,
or perhaps the community made a team
to face those mountains together
so they aren't half as giant as they seem.