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
downstream
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
