July 18, 2013
America, are we becoming more real?
Will we know pain
And therefore notice
More sharply the unnamed colors
In the sunset over the mountains
Or the gleam of the local deli’s countertop
And pause in wonder
At the beauty and ache of it all?
Our children dying
Huddled together and terrified,
We never really knew
That could happen.
So we let it happen
There and there and there.
But here on our shores
We have stubbornly refused to acknowledge
The fragility of our bones,
The death of our pet goldfishes,
The fear that others
Have long called