Catch the Rawness, poem
— of a world preparing for war,
collecting hate as rain forms a pool
in the slightest depression of slickrock.
1
Invite the world in.
Grasp the world’s fear
roll it in your hand
until the edges smooth,
then return to the world
that which comforts any hand,
a blue gray river stone.
2
Take the poison, chew it
like the Inuit woman chews seal skin.
Chewing takes time, a winter undertaking.
We have plenty of darkness.
3
Witness.
4
Catch the rawness and place it next to your heart
in the pocket you have sewn just for this purpose.