“Apnea” 11/6/24
There is an uncanny feeling lingering
The awareness that even despair has its sacredness
Permeates every breath, every step
Each woeful observation resurrecting sadness
What I re-learn today is that collective grief
Is the cousin of compassion and love’s duress
Decimated as stars are, they continue their
Mission igniting solace-laden skies
However clandestinely, reflectively
The most downtrodden among us may
Open arms ushering in consonance (that madly
Must sometimes be wrought from violence)
