Accident

Working on a theory

Borned from some trauma,

Most immediately that of

Accident and bad luck

Becoming as bad as bad dream 

As an unwelcome life of it all

Took root,

Defining

Day, night and all the in-between moments

Of fear, doubt, what now and

So forth. 

The thought occurred to me as 

I took a photo of myself as I do

Most everyday, in perhaps a vain

Moment hoping to capture a small

Shrinking of a scary hematoma on my

Forehead,

And I tried to think of another word 

For it that wouldn’t be so jarring,

But there isn’t one.

I started to think about stepping 

Back and away,

As I more or less have done 

I too fight to save Mother Earth

And the people I love the most are so
Clear in their relentlessness

But I did step back, step away,

I had to, for whatever reason, a 

Near-miss, though perhaps I’ll heal

If I am mindful and do as I am told. 

Talking with a friend who let go

The disillusionment of comraderie

She, bleeding hope and passion and

A justice maybe just beyond,  

She said she had to turn away, for now

Or for how long, actually she didn’t say. 

It’s not just about the struggle

Some of us sometimes

Must turn to face another in another light,

The one that glows in the pit of 

Stomach, heart, essence, 

And so stepping quietly amid

The shards of betrayal and avarice

Dissonance and the flat hollow note 

Of someone else’s torque, 

We leave to find in witness and

Introspection a ground as vibrant

And authentic as any solidarity,

Only solitary

I felt this, briefly swirling in the static,

And with a grateful heart, I 

Vowed to try to share that there

Is power and vital balance when

All is said as best one can before the ring 

Is tossed to stars and hope, holding breath and 

Praying for the unseen hands stretched 

To take it up for a time, knitting the 

Intention into belief that something

Bigger waits for bigger breath.