Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
– Leonard Cohen
And so perhaps the question becomes
does my life have good bones?
Is it strong enough to withstand
the twists and turns and tumbles
and grumbles of life?
I fell the other day on my way down
an escalator but no bones broken
just a token bruise and the willingness
to not refuse the kindness of strangers
to pick me up and set me straight
I fell the other day into an abyss
a dark hole of fear because
all I hold dear in this country
and this world seems to be
succumbing to blame and shame
destruction and hate
at an alarming rate
Picking myself up and getting my head
on straight when there are so many
barbarians at the proverbial gate
and it may be too late
requires really good bones
and all the resilience I can muster
and the decision to not become
too flustered or despondent
to be able to stand up and right myself
to be willing to be counted and
accountable
So that I too can offer
my kindness to others
so that together perhaps we can
pick up each piece
and release the anger-fear-grief
the time is now
the place is here
and we must be the ones
with the backbone to stand tall
dreaming and envisioning
a world that works for all
with the gall and gumption
and the bold assumption
that we can
and will make it happen
from the heart, mind, and pen of Minx
Thank you Dennis for sharing this. It is raw and real and recently written as I grope my way through a jungle of emotions.