… focus there.
By J. K. McDowell
Have you traced the lines in your lover’s right hand?
The future is there, time to savor the details.
Now look next to the iris of each eye, stare deep.
Have you traced the streaking comet in the night sky?
The day job exhaustions drag you to sleep too early.
The wonders of the world are not nine to five.
Have you traced the tears on a refugee’s face?
Jesus sees the unreported atrocities there.
We are hollow witnesses to horrors and beauty.
Have you traced the panic piling softly around us?
The streets empty, empty of kindness, except
The plastic strands of color: purple, green and gold.
Have you traced the lies that swirl the storms of chaos?
The walls shudder and shake. The screams – your precious
Collection of poisons fall from the shelf and shatter.
Have you traced the Soul in the dreams of your Friends?
Ignore the trafficking of swipes and clicks and views.
Listen when I tell you James K., you must focus there.