Bully

Broken system,
Fox-newsed
high glossed –
we let you
throw your words
like hand grenades.
I want to cover
the ears of my children.
You make it ok
for others to be bullies, too.
Obstruction of justice,
due process cock blocking,
Supreme Court circus
pummeled by playground vitriol –
what is happening?
Enough.
Already enough
violence and pain,
hunger and suffering
for one thousand lifetimes.
If this were an elementary school,
the classroom psychologist
would have been called in
last semester.
Your hate,
an aberration,
a toxic symptom
of a broken world.
So we will keep on loving,
the only antivenin,
and hope that somehow
it will stop the bite
before the poison
spreads too far.

These Chambers

Though I have had the fortune
of great love, there was a time
I did not know my heart.
My child self never doubted
that the world was made for beauty,
and I am still not certain
that this was not the result
of some accidental cosmic luck.

So much love has passed
through these chambers.
And my heart grew
as hearts will,
or sometimes won’t.

The greatest gratitudes of my life
are for the ones
who used their arms
to hold me.

And there were disturbances
more profound than the loss
of my own blood, and inside
these ravagings and rebirths,
great softenings that dissolved me
into a deep ocean of empathy
and into the knowing of what is true:

every heart I have ever loved
will one day sink to the bottom of the sea,
a small grain of sand

… so each moment has become
an unexpected pearl,
and I am learning
to listen to the drum
that beats a quiet rhythm to my daily doings.