We’re all just walking each other home.
– Ram Das
with when’s and why’s and how’s that are met with heart-breaking silence
or intolerable and offense retorts.
Expectations lie shattered, a million sharp shards from a sparkly glass ornament that
slipped from the bough.
Anticipations run amok as wild and unmanageable as untamed horses in a
white snowy field.
Eager hope is held at arm’s length afraid of the irreparable disappointment.
Mourning senseless losses, both our own and those of the collective spirit,
amidst tempered celebrations,
awed by the innate knowledge of the fleeting and miraculous nature of this thing
(whatever it is),
yet constantly assaulted by buzzing alarm clocks, commuter train schedules,
and grocery lists.
Demanding answers, solutions, and explanations to our when’s and why’s and how’s,
all the while afraid
of the contradictory, unsatisfactory responses that we will be fed,
that we will feed.
With mouths agape and eyes rapt, souls lie bare and
hearts break open
as bewilderment and frustration meet amazement and awe,
and partnering off to dance a slow, sultry tango.
That within the wounded confusion and amidst the gritty chaos
lies an unbreakable
universal connection that binds the inherent goodness of humanity like railroad ties.
shoulder to shoulder, with hands clasped and tears flowing,
humbled and buoyed,
led home by the radiance of a million twinkling
All while watching…waiting…wondering…
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