hard days

I want to say
that life is the seam
where sky meets soft,
and I fold myself into
her cusp when its gray;

But our world’s reaching
out in the thick of that seam,
and these have been
hard days.

I want to say
that we live in a place
where we fight to bare heart
instead of bear arms;
and we care for the earth
and her burden of strain,
but these have been
hard days.

Apocalyptic –
misogynistic –
sadistic –
cataclysmic –
to the depths of our veins,
and we’re awakened
and shakened
and forced to rearrange,
our perspectives on life
and humanity’s ways,
as we learn a greater love
in the hardness of
these days.

I want to say
that life is the palms
and the sway of
the breeze that greeted
my day,

But my heart
is crying out against the breaks
stretching for light in the face
of dark’s gray;
standing at the cusp of
humanity’s change,
and praying for Love
in the hard of
these days.