vulnerable

 

From a distance,
this tiny blue ball,
shimmering in utter darkness,
holding its own 
in a sea of nothing/somethingness.
Captivated by our apparent solitude,
we yet live pressed close against one another,
and ease the pain
of that too dreadful reality.
Back to back,
we are watchful.
Shoulder to shoulder,
we are strong.
Breast to breast,
we are vulnerable.
May our living 
shake the everyday stuff of our lives
out of us
lest it tragically define who we are
and reduce us 
beyond recognition.
And may we be cast us upon the unknowing
that is our most terrible truth,
and so live each step,
each breath,
as though it is a wonder.
As those who choose to walk with courage
upon a spinning orb,
we dream.

 

gretta