Saturday, November 12, 2016

Thoughts on a week

All of this pain and anguish and doubt
This all-consuming uncivil war. 
The fractures of differences, the recriminations of association.
I mourn the fragile webs we wove to connect unlike things

so precious, so breakable

When we choose to stand up, when we choose to sit down
When we choose to let things come to pass
Now an unknown fate awaits and
what you and I see is not the same 

and yet
and yet
and yet can we survive a moment to learn its significance?

-Kali

1 comment:

ruby said...

Beautifully stated.