I Don’t Know What To Call This

For the ones we miss today
For finding things to celebrate
For things that we appreciate
Though nothing really feels the same

For the hope that leads us on
For the fear that keeps us home
For the ones that we hold close
And extra for the ones we’ve lost

For the fighting and bereft
For collective loneliness
For enemies that can’t be seen
That level every human being

For doing what we think is right
For going on despite our fright
For worry in the neighborhood
Sacrifices for the greater good

For empires that were built on rails
For locomotives turned to snails
For a future that will be
Although it’s shape is hard to see

For breaking the economy
For the sake of our humanity
For woken dreams and reinvention
Of things that seem beyond redemption

For the billions and the one
For the rich and for the slums
For the things we used to hate
Like catching trains and working late

For uncertainty and blame
For solidarity and change
For the freedom we lament
That will be ours once again

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so much uncertainty and blame..and we are doing what we feel we must, but missing that contact so much.
Empires crumbling....freedom seems elusive, on the run.

but we will catch up to it again...and we are still holding those we love close in our hearts.
a very moving, appropriate write for this uncertain time.
j.

[danielle.]

Thank you Jacob, I think now more than ever the sharing of words & thoughts is so important xo