They will tell you
the work you are
doing
is a drop
in the ocean.
Remind them,
that even drops
cause ripples.
Still somehow conversations have becoming something that we have decided to look at as ways to destroy each other. In a silencing nation we wonder why people don’t speak. Silencing, I have been told is a heavy term. Still, students remain suspended for having different views.
Drop.
In a discussion I am reminded that my generation is doomed. That entitlement and hatred has corrupted all and that nothing can stop it.
Drop.
Love, I am reminded is only accorded to the simple. The complicated must remember this. Major Lazer echoes – all we need is somebody to lean on. Still, one wonders if it can be that simple.
A youtube show emerges. Conversations slowly build. Still, we try to imagine a world where speaking is imaginable. Where the wagging of tongues doesn’t destroy.
Drop.
A fist, raised a fist, raised a fist raised a fist.
Ripples collide.
(Master, I have heard them sing, the tempest is raging)
Waves, become waves become waves
at sea a single ship bobs
barely afloat
sending signals
in morse code
hoping someone
sees.
Come,
they say,
there is rest
and warmth
for everyone.
Breathe; before
you drown.