Tipping Point
I've never seen such beautiful skies as an everyday occurrence
framed by a circle of roofs and treetops
a void in the weight atop our shoulders
a minute to look up and wonder
realize the significant insignificance of today's worries
and the giggling quiet of the small splashing victories
tiny moments of glory rising dutifully through the day
letting us know we still have a sense of humor
the ability to let your body feel deep joy
A clear night sky has been a calming constant
a grounding presence
a summit
a blanket of reminder in the youth of humanity hell bent on destroying the world
but I have seen survival (thank you)
and she exists through love
through the dogged fight against the self to remain a breathing bleeding-heart
a beaten and stolen soul up and moving, up and surviving
above all we seem to be a determined species
borrowing and stealing our way through evolution
victorious free thinkers now punishing the ones still just surviving
privilege choking down morality in force-fed sunday school lessons
All of this coming to me in the clarity of this night sky's eye
trusting the rotation of the constellations
confessing my sins to the three stars of Orion's belt
emptying my heart into the big dipper, hoping to never fill it beyond its tipping
point.
September 15, 2007