heavy as water

Why do we fight each other?

Why do we struggle to be what we never knew we were supposed to be in the first place?

Why do we point and accuse others?

Why do we turn on three of the brightest lanterns and drown out the stars in the desert night?

Why do we miss a place that will be dilapidated and full of dust in just a few decades?

Why do we dismiss the feeling in our center (soul, spirit, heart, whichever) that tells us that we are not trying hard enough?

Why do we support genocide?

Why do we wash our clothes over and over and over again and forget to, just as consciously, wash our minds?

Why do we listen to a song that has lyrics that resonate with us and yet we do not sing along?

Why do we have hands that will bind up the wounds of one man and, with those same hands, steadies a gun and pulls the trigger, which sends a hollow-point bullet through the air and into the skull of another man?

Why do we fight?

Why do we wage wars that birth orphans and kill widows?

Why do we forget who we were called to be?

Why do we ask questions to which we do not have answers?

Thunderhowl

The call the call

The howl

The tear of clothes to hair too teeth gnash

No more orange clouds night!

No more no more stars!

Why why why?

And the thunder in my ears

Is the only truth I know

So no wonder why I run run

After my headsound as it thunderfades

Back.

Retreating to a place I cannot go

Want to go want to go cannot go.

It is the green of the shade, of the ground

of the air, of the moss on the side of the stream.

It is the blue of the sky, of the wind in the leaves

of the shade in the evening.

It is the white of the sun in the hot of the sky,

of the feathers of breast of the beat of the bird: Fly.

Why can’t I go

Why can’t I leave

Why can’t I howl

And clutch at the stars like

the sound in my head?

Neverend neverstop--the peace in the silence

of thundering with my howl.