So tonight as I was washing dishes, this is what came to me: "Stop trying to say all of the things. You can't say all of the things. Stop trying to say it all fancy and impressive. Say it simply. Just say it. Ask the question. State the problem. What is it your heart is trying to say?"
And then I listened. And the question is how do I write this? And the question after that is how does my heart hold all of this?
Here is the 5 minute poem that came from those questions and that listening:
I haven’t been able to
write this poem.
The hateful rhetoric is loud and threatening and I
am frightened.
My baby sister calls and tells me she is scared. She has
nightmares if she reads the news
too close to sleep.
I walk the dog in morning dew.
The world feels fresh, like it
doesn’t know what’s to come, or—
maybe it does and it
believes in itself anyway.
How do I write the depth of this fear,
anxiety,
dread?
How do I write the intensity of this hope,
belief,
resilience?
How do I write the way my heart
blisters as it strains to hold both
huge
truths?
The hateful rhetoric is loud and threatening and I
am frightened.
My baby sister calls and tells me she is scared. She has
nightmares if she reads the news
too close to sleep.
I walk the dog in morning dew.
The world feels fresh, like it
doesn’t know what’s to come, or—
maybe it does and it
believes in itself anyway.
How do I write the depth of this fear,
anxiety,
dread?
How do I write the intensity of this hope,
belief,
resilience?
How do I write the way my heart
blisters as it strains to hold both
huge
truths?
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