It’s so easy to break things –
trust, a heart, a nation.
So much more work
to build.
It’s easy to get sad
and feel helpless.
It’s easy to get angry and
want to break something back.
It’s difficult when your ears
are filled with the sound of shattering
to hear the blackbird sing
or to look up and see the trees’ fingers.
The hurt is designed
to make you feel blind.
Wipe the blood
from your eyes
and take a moment
to notice everything
even as it breaks
a seed becomes
a burning sun
take the time
dissention
to love
some-
thing
and
make
it
grow