One Poem. One Planet. April 5, 2017

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5.
Though we have shattered our throats with rage
our words bounce like rocks against armored walls

when you call dead children
somebody else’s responsibility

nothing means anything
and we choke on babble

our mouths fill with disgust
revulsion, despair
and it means nothing

Then today, I found a new fear
holding up the palace of grief,

if they have already taken our outrage
what’s next but our wonder and awe

yesterday, turning from the wound of the world
for a moment I saw a lynx in the woods

pale as smoke padding across pocked snow.
She was gray and brown, let me bear witness,

her ears were tufted. Quiet awareness among the trees.
She was not tremendous. Or fantastic.

Nothing terrific about her, and she’s never said
really really nice things about anyone.

She was a surprise encounter
on painful day and I almost forgot to mention her.

–Arlitia Jones, April 5, 2017

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