“At Least We Tried”

“At Least We Tried”

At times I come across a soul

so quick to bring me down

I wonder what their story is

and what joy they have found

in superficial conflicts

or actions brought of anger,

how do they think

that will make the world a better

place, for us to live on together?

Hearts closed to the bigger picture

this is how they respond to the suffering

of others, by increasing the fracture

till we’re all just single broken bones

in a human body,

dysfunctional vessels

for a collective heart heavy.

Spreading the disease

of jumping to the worst assumptions

about another human heart

without knowing its best intentions.

But love is a doing word

so let’s all keep in mind

that in a world already tough enough

at least we tried being kind.

The Weight of Space

The Weight of Space

‘Maybe you should take a nap’

I say

hoping it will confine your sadness

to just one room of the house

or how with your sleep

we find temporary peace.

You wonder how

I can spend so long

lying in the bath.

It’s the only door with a lock on.

Sometimes it’s my only escape.

If rooms had porous walls,

like a sponge

I’d beg them to soak up all your melancholy,

then saturated,

let it trickle out to the ground

and water seeds

who will blossom in its memory.

If it were mine,

I would give the sun to watch you glow,

because I’d rather live in darkness

my whole life

if it would just keep you warm.

Paramitas

Paramitas

The tide continues its motion
lapping the broken shores in a peaceful sigh of relief
after holding its breath for so long.

You recall the beach by your childhood home
spending hours pondering what treasures lay
on other shores
how desperately you wanted to believe
in a world away from those bricks and walls
which built that house and then trapped you inside it.

You recall the beaches in foreign countries
you had the honour of gracing.
How you remembered that first beach
and realised you had made it.
You are still making it.

No matter where you are in the world
the water always finds its way to you.
It endures the earth’s currents
to reach the ground your feet are stood upon.
It’s about the long fight.
And if the ocean can find a way to touch you
and at every opportunity longs to dip your feet in its brilliance
you can get out of bed and exist today.

Natural Disaster

Natural Disaster

Sometimes, I am the tsunami

disturbances in body

waves compounded

my salt tears crash against the shore

watch me drown in them.

Sometimes, I am the volcano

searing pain below the surface

always dormant, never extinct,

the eruption is toxic; acid rain, volcanic ash

watch me choke.

Sometimes, I am the hurricane

thick pressure on my chest

inhaling panic

towers of thunderstorms surround me

watch me spiral down, down.

Sometimes, I am the avalanche

the forces on me exceed my strength

covered in so much cold

frozen solid, numb to the core,

watch me go under.

Sometimes, I am the bushfire

one strike

sparks uncontrollable

intense destruction

watch me burn alive in it.

Sometimes, I am the earthquake

shaking on the surface

stress building, fracture growing,

fault after fault after fault,

watch me break apart.

Sometimes, I am the sinkhole

swallowed up in depression

collapsing under the weight

of everything carefully built

watch me fall.

Always, I am one with the Earth.