are embers now-warm and glowing.They can be stirred to fiery heat via family
for whom blood is no compunction.Wounds long sutured are re-opened and examined
(we all scarred and sliced by fist and slap and insult)-rise
and heal each other via listening.We all carry tales burned into consciousness
Perhaps between fog and flame a new morning.Perhaps deja vu groundhog day
Dawning is no guarantee of light.It visits ,random as delight.
The chuckle of children,secure in digital playgrounds
denies our drinking daze and alcoholism an Al-Anon for others
All that we knew has gone-we are going.As we leave,we turn lights ON
for each other-that we might better see the results of survivalist exercises
It is not all bandages and tears-death dilutes domestic tyrants
Age may not bring wisdom-just incapacity to harm
We wish most not to repeat.repeat what had been done to us
Perhaps this assimilated experience allows us a certain grace
More this limited time-to heal an imperative
Accelerate the processes Zen-let all the dragons out!
Release every dark secluded pain so it might walk about freely
in the light of a new(or maybe secondhand)day
SHE REMEMBERS BRIGHTLY
what sparks of light defied the heat -
to shine where least expected.Reminds us both of braver days
when fear had no home ,and love was thin as breakfast
Now she recounts on photocopied sheets
to youth who disconnect and text
what happened once can happen again
but it will always be different!
(for ANN RICHARDS and SEMPER FLOREAT)
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