For when they spoke, the world
began.
7 days or a big bang —
Does it matter? The very
act of both:
miraculous:
cells, complexities forming, taking
place, taking
space. Interacting
one with another —
dancing — all in an
infinitesimal
beauty, landing
here today in a cosmic
humanity — able to
swim and crawl and
stand and live and
inevitably, love and
laugh and debate and
hurt but
eventually,
possibly … with all the
grace, to
heal.
Friend … may I
enter here? And
sit awhile in the
ashes of your
disappointment. You don’t need to
know all the
reasons your
discouragement
overwhelms or
explain away your
disillusionment. I
see you
buried beneath
all
the
thoughts and feelings and lines
you are
hearing yourself
feeding yourself
sobbing yourself to an
unsleep until that moment you once again
beg for tears to
overtake you because
being numb just feels so much
worse. Here — let me
hold your
hand.
You’re brave –
You know that?
It’s not everyone
who can
hold all of
this on
her shoulders – so
strong – and
still be the soft
nest – so
comforting – for her
little boy.
Courage – mother –
you’ll make it.
Running through each heart
an understanding
between,
brought together somehow,
through resumes and departments
and “skill-sets”,
built on quick two-minute cube conversations,
sudden laughs
small kindnesses
a construction of work history
becoming personal
into
sweet friends and honest
conversations
flowing through
around and in –
into each heart
this beautiful understanding
between
what they’ve called these ‘9-5 hours’.
I float off into space
looking for another meteorite, planet, satellite, any object … until …
I’ll realize … eventually, finally … the truth
dives in
I’m Venus,
the North Star
I don’t need cobwebs or lifelines
dust motes of broken dreams
I am the Milky Way I can let
you float through
unseen
(uncared)
by me.
Only words that have offended
my beliefs. My values (character!) questioned,
as I stand scrolling on the bus
or lie in bed
you could be next to me
but your vitriol only
clashes mid-air with mine
fist first – like two villains –
as I hide
behind my rock
cheering (not knowing if you are too –
or if you’re weeping)
I’m right
I’m right
I’m right
I’m right
I’m right
If these eyes
look away
I apologize
They have forgotten a steady gaze
of love. that holds it
locked
If these lips are closed
I apologize
they’ve allowed unmentionables
and revealed deep secrets. and lost all access.
If these feet walk away,
That’s all they’ve ever known.
That’s all they’ve ever known.