Imagine It.

it's not that the world

is going to hell in a 

hand

basket

it's just that hell

might not be

just

how

we imagine it.

we imagine it.

it's not that the world

will ever achieve

any

particular

Utopian Dream

which seems

never

to be

quite how

we imagine it.

we imagine it.

it's not that the world

is any different

deep

down

than any of us

and our longing to be

safe, free; and it's not

all of

us

who swim 

in greed

it's not how 

we imagine it.

we imagine it.

its not that the world

is without; it's within

thought

word

deed eventually

manifesting

hopes

or fears

however

we imagine it.

we imagine it.

Finely

finely silence
right now
finally silence
write
Now.

I'm all here
coming up for air
stillness after
rapid
not all or nothing
sometime or never
it's always unfolding
now and forever

something
finely comes
finally now
when heart
cracked like
raw egg
but exploded like
a grenade
or the thunder
low rumble
breaks violent
serenade

it comes out in what I say
but frustrated political tirade
or just holding the space
tipping the balance
when the world seems to fray

finely silence
right now
and this outpouring
is like a flow
of warm
love
Her Hug
saying well done
let it out
let it out
I can breathe
for the first time
finely now
finally now.