Because Philo really helps you put things in perspective
Aftermath to a disaster
What do we do?
We hold hands and wrap
our fingers softly around
eachother, as if
touch were enough
to heal wounds
that go deeper than
the skin.
We stay silent,
listening for the rhythm
of the heart, holding
our breaths,
waiting. Just waiting.
We stare.
We shiver and we wish
we were alone. We shake
and we wish there
were people to hold us
close.
We feel our bones crashing
as the idea that tomorrow could be worse
today could just be a prelude
to an even bigger breaking
of the human person,
settles into our minds.
We don't fight it.
What do we do?
We stay silent,
listening for the rhythm
of the heart, holding
our breaths,
waiting. Just waiting.
And then we hear it.
The soft but steady beat
of that troublesome organ.
It goes bump bump bump
Don't count me out just yet
bump bump bump.
And with some small consolation,
we breathe out a sigh
of relief.
----
Oh you know, not like I'm any good. Haha. :))
- Patricia
What do we do?
We hold hands and wrap
our fingers softly around
eachother, as if
touch were enough
to heal wounds
that go deeper than
the skin.
We stay silent,
listening for the rhythm
of the heart, holding
our breaths,
waiting. Just waiting.
We stare.
We shiver and we wish
we were alone. We shake
and we wish there
were people to hold us
close.
We feel our bones crashing
as the idea that tomorrow could be worse
today could just be a prelude
to an even bigger breaking
of the human person,
settles into our minds.
We don't fight it.
What do we do?
We stay silent,
listening for the rhythm
of the heart, holding
our breaths,
waiting. Just waiting.
And then we hear it.
The soft but steady beat
of that troublesome organ.
It goes bump bump bump
Don't count me out just yet
bump bump bump.
And with some small consolation,
we breathe out a sigh
of relief.
----
Oh you know, not like I'm any good. Haha. :))
- Patricia