Michaela Renee Solomon Poet Free verse

"Difficult Times to Discern"

We're all related to the stormy  firmament 

Trying to figure out if it's about to pour down. 

Or if the sun's just taking a long break. 

It's hard to tell what's real these days.

The clang turns up so deafening you can't 

Detect your own breathing and every divided

Wall is screaming  a different analysis of the
Truth.

It doesn't matter what lingo you pray in, the

Shade of your skin, or where you call home.

When the ground starts vibrating, we all reach

For the precise same thing.

Something rigid,  Something factual.  Trouble

Doesn't ask for proof of Identity,  A heart

Fragile sounds the same everywhere-

That tranquil,  heavy crack that makes you

Sit up at 3:00 am and wonder: Where do we

Go from here?
Up looks like down, right feels like left.

We look at each other directly

Clouded glass, forgetting that covered by it all,

It's just bone, blood, and a soul trying to find

Its way back home.

These are daunting times to discern; the fog is dense, but we don't  need a lantern to see the

Whole Alpine just enough light to take the

Very next step in alignment.

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