POEM: Bring the Rain

I committed an act of poetry over the weekend, and looking at it again this morning, I still feel pretty good about it (after a bit of a clean up). Here you go:

The world’s on fire,

Hatred, despair,

an atmosphere of ignorance abounds.

I’m only one person - 

There’s nothing I can do.

Well - 

There’s breath in my lungs,

Life in my body and mind.

Existence is resistance

When someone hates who you are.

I can exist with all my might.

There’s ink in my pen, words at the ready,

Able to call forth new worlds on a whim.

Words can create, destroy, distract, console - 

Put cats in pants in space for science!

I can write with sorrow and delight.

There’s outrage and sorrow in my body and soul,

Fuel I can turn into action.

There’s space to listen, to learn, to grow,

To remember to rest and recharge and regroup.

I can use my grief and my fury to fight.

I’m only one person, but so’s everyone else.

By our powers combined, we can work the problems.

The world’s on fire, but we all have water - 

Put it together, we can bring the cool rain,

And make space for new growth to thrive.