Thursday, July 25, 2013


I weep for too few days left, and too many,
and collect tears in leaves being swept
from trees burning on the coasts
of two continents, burying them in dunes.

My sadnesses grow from joy as well
as small unhappinesses, but all bring
a weighty importance in the moment
of their happenstance, and I have learned
to honour each one with the individual
ritualistic ceremony I deem proper
to the occasion;
This might involve an hour of silence,
or days on my knees.

I sob when I learn of children dying
anywhere - victims of genocide,
war, or infanticide...and depending
where I am in my own life,
the accumulation of pain,
is a strong indicator,
as to how much more I can bear
to amass --

If I am not cognizant of the sorrows
I am toting like carry-on baggage
at any one time -- it is easy
for me to slip into a state
where I cannot control
the amount of despair sloshing
within my being...

However, if dawn's curtains part
on skies gray as gloom,
I find counting
distressful situations irresistible
Before my feet even hit the floor
I number: the labs using animals
to test for mak-eup,
the Navy sending sonar through
the oceans, making whales bleed inside

My eyes are swimming as I remember
our Tar Sands are spilling daily
with no regard to those living
I cannot seem to turn off the reel
of Baby M; the tiny girl laying dead
 and cold in a local cemetery
Starved and beaten by her parents
who are now imprisoned,
awaiting a trial starting here in
several months...

It's usually the last one that either
forces me to pull the covers
back up and over reality...
Or me up and out into the dark world...
Again, it matters in what part of
the dismal world I find myself...

dVerse - Thursday July 25, 2013