Friday seemed to come and go in a blink of tiny tasks. Small bits of a job that add up to little or nothing. Suddenly the night surrounds you and your hands are still empty. But today is a fresh start, and with the news that the rescuers in Chile have finally broken through the earth and reached the miners trapped below. There is a swell of hope in the cool fall air ...
(for the 33 miners trapped in Chile)
Imagine the first light
bouncing pebbles down the shaft
staining the walls like tears
on grimy unwashed faces.
The body does not like darkness
ask the 33 swallowed in the mouth
of earth’s hushed tones.
Devoured but not digested.
Imagine the display of cosmic fireworks
embers burning through strata
trickling rivulets into the permanent night
that cradles these men.
Would they delight in this interruption
feel joy to discover a sun
which heretofore had ignored them?
Would there be relief, like the puncture
of a swollen wound
finally allowed to heal?
Would the fresh air carry in its breeze
the joyous voices from the hilltop?
We can only watch the flags flutter,
brilliant colors in sunlight
and hope.
Love this one, what a great line, "the body does not like darkness." Don't know how i feel about the last line.
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