03/28/20 Fraying Lines
Let me feel grateful for the solitude,
but there are those who can’t rest;
let me worship peace with an alarm clock set on snooze indefinitely,
but everyday another worker screams, naked in neglect;
let me write my little words
like there’s meaning in abstraction,
myth,
metaphor,
but the front lines are far, far out there
where the rest of us can’t reach;
let me dance party in the kitchen,
but there are billions crying;
let me ponder the river,
but an orange clown rages with deceit;
let me water my garden,
a homeless thief suffers in an alley
with a last duty;
let me contemplate which greens to sauté,
but I know someone, somewhere starves their love.
Good, bad;
wrong, right;
I cannot engineer a solution
– this is a mutual tide –
we are adrift, billions of little rafts,
tied together;
take care to check the fraying of your lines