Crunch – swish, crunch – swish
Walking feet go through the leaves.
Feeling out of water, like a fish –
A carefree season, but she grieves.
Swish – crunch, swish – crunch
Pond’ring events that brought us here…
Did any among us have a hunch
Of national fruits we now bear?
Whooooosh, goes the breeze –
SNAP, goes the twig –
How we ache to feel at ease!
But rotting roots, we have to dig.
Crunch – snap, crunch – snap
Her breath hangs heavy in her chest.
Wanting arms long enough to wrap,
All the hurting and give them rest.
Flutter, goes the branch
(Shudder, goes her soul) –
Light crackle goes her step,
Inner spackle for the holes.
Crunch – snap, crunch – snap
The only way forward is through.
Step by step, without a map –
Love and justice build our world anew.
Swish – crunch, swish – crunch
The familiar noises soothe her heart.
The betrayed shock after a punch
Tells you where the boundaries start.
Crunch – swish, crunch – swish
Down the street, her steady step.
Her soul anchored by the work to accomplish,
Heart buoyed by many dreams yet to be kept.
Contemplative Chaos 