In my right hand I hold my understanding and thoughts and feelings
about what we all see and worry about
the utter desolation and destruction of
current human civilization
but we don’t say that
instead we put our hopes on fleeting things;
like new elections of more empty words and promises
like hopeful theories of how we can save ourselves if we wish it hard enough
like running back to religions distilled to superstitions made pretty
like that beautiful lover in our beds or the hopeful babe in our arms
But civilization is failing and disintegrating.
We watch it burn. Our limbs quaking.
So I look to my left hand.
In it I hold the truths I was raised with and
those things blatantly hidden
The phoenix rising from the ashes
A civilization whose birth is hidden beneath the death of the old one.
I can see it. I know it.
And I weep in hope when I see the seeds of the prototype;
A healing and forging of trusting and loving relationships between transformed individuals, their communities, and newborn, gentle yet ever wisening institutions.
The break in the shell of the seeds of an educational system that creates protagonists and hope,
that sparks capacity and endless curiosity and love
When the world falls
A fledgling civilization that has been ignored,
will be there to catch us
But not till we fall.
So I pull and I tug my right and my left hand together
Struggling to see both at once and not live
in one or the other
But unite them.
While my limbs begin to quake.
Written October 28th 2016