I Ask the Impossible

The road in either direction

is neither longer nor shorter,

nor more narrow nor wider

than the fear that closes your heart.

paintings

and books conceal more than they ever tell.

As if we should not be scandalized

by surprise bombing over any city at night,

bombs scandalizing the sanctity of night.

No one is very certain about anything after a while.

We pray for joy and love to fill our hearts,

our days and our nights

And I write these few

words

into the earth

before I forget that sadness

isn't everything.

We pray that our government's leaders

look into their souls,

that they think with the heart of a mother

in making the decisions that affect

the world's populations.

You chose, as I choose

to despair, or not

on a given night or day.

That despair turned inside out

you called love.

And life is in my hands,

suckling at my breast,

thrives on the rhythm of my beating heart,

warmth of my throbbing belly.

Today you try what suits you and when it don't-

move on, move on, move on.