Fragility’s
suspense
as sleighting hands
deliberate
between meting out
either Shelter
or muted crush.
World needs more quiet.
More lightness.
More harmony.
More warmth.
More peace.
More friends.
Less snarl.
More ssshhhh.
Postcard to a Refugee
You do not know me yet
I do not yet know your name
I cannot offer you everything—
You must know
I can’t even pretend to understand
We will begin with hello
Take my hand.
Walking upon frozen lake today
An eagle emerges
then glides away
A privileged life is one of
grace in an everyday.
Wake
Listen
Drift.
Hum
Write
Strum.
So much anger in the world
So much hatred
So much kill
Be we quiet madding voices
Be we peaceful
Be we still
Live, honour life
Love, our will.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.