—SOMETIMES IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

 

 

when bombs still fly

   & the prophets finally agree

        but their minds go blank

              except for a few

                  important details

 

last night

I saw God

& he saw me

& for once

we agreed

that nothing

was changing

that the mortar fire

& rockets

would keep on

flying until all

the glaciers melted

& the seas rose

& the feral anger

& preconceptions

& misconceptions

drowned like

prayers that go

unanswered because

they’ve never

been said

or shared

or thought of

in the first place

& when we were

done discussing

I wept

& God wept

& Lazarus

wept too

but he was busy

beating his head

against a beam

over & over

until nothing

was over

& nothing we

could consent to

made sense

but the folly of

war & hate

& the lack of loving

your neighbor

like yourself

which we all agreed

is the first requirement

of love