Dilacerated World

Try as we might

There is difficulty

Praising the world’s dismemberment

One can hope

For a return to…

One’s white room

With ocean breezes billowing the curtains

Their flutter seeming like wistful thinking now

Even as we try and wish back

The concert where horn and string found harmony

As we nodded acceptance of the counterpoint connection.

But…

We’ve also watched refugees finding nowhere for asylum

Heard executioners gleefully rejoice in ending a life

While we

Knowing better

Hesitate to have our voices heard

Fearful of retribution

From forces we fear are merely waiting

To add another notch on their belt of conquest.

Yet…

We can also recall the times when the world

Exercised greater humanity

With simple togetherness

Gathering compassionate heartfelt colors

Eddying over earth’s infected contamination

While the gray feather of a sparrow

Floated its natural molting continuum

Through the gentle light shivers

On through branches

Vanishing

Returning

To share warmth with what has become

A dilacerated world

Growing increasingly cold

Oh so icy cold.