Wednesday, March 22, 2017


The next phase
I sit back and watch as the unreal becomes real
horrors become usual
and outrage begins to fade.
Responsibility is not a negative,
a dirty word
to be avoided.
I am both here and not here.
Grief makes it more real
and less,
I don’t know
what comes next.
The moon was full last night
as we stepped out into the cold
this will be our last
time seeing the moon
over this particular field and hills.
I mourn it
but I am ready
to move to the
next phase.
Reuse could be the battle cry
for this generation
and the next
I am confident
that overall we are
getting smarter,
we must be
I tell myself
as I watch two boys
at preschool chase each other
around with a plastic saw.
The teacher calls after them,
“it’s not a weapon,
it’s for building things.”
They continue on in their game.
It stops raining finally
after 11 days of non-stop
water dropping from the sky
and for a moment
everyone’s mood is lightened.
--Susie Sweetland Garay

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