Interim

Photo by Elliot McGucken

I am often stunned by the stark contrast of splendor and savagery of this world

The sway and timbre of elements

The sprawling endless of sky

The hopeful fist-like bud pushing through the thaw of wintered earth

Through all of this, the brutalities amassed

Both chasmic and infinitesimal

The way we sway through days forcing down the bile-soaked threat of indignities

Phantom hands at our throats

How we smile at our children and lie

How we bleat platitudes

Fold our weary selves into an illusion of safety

Cowering under a lacuna-riddled tapestry of freedom

It’s all there

The delicate and the blunt

What will you choose to feast your sights on today?

The burgeoning of Spring?

The bolder immovable?

Will you sit idle, willing death to consume that which must fall to feed anyway?

Its rot necessary to the yielding of sweet, damp new

Will you remain stunned by the hope of all this abundant and mutable beauty?

Or die waiting for it to return unchanged

---

Continuing the March 100 with my Comadres Stephanie Penn. and Mesa Fama thank you for reading.