I came home today, as I’m sure many of you did, to the news of the bombings at the Boston Marathon. Things like this, terrible acts of ignorance and hate, make me question myself as a person. What am I doing to improve my world? Even more so, I wonder how anyone could deliberately hurt another human being (or anything for that matter). Thoughts were floating in my head this evening and somehow landed in my journal, in which I drafted this poem about my thoughts on today’s events. Thank you for reading.
The limestone jagged beneath my thighs.
Spring pollen fills my nostrils,
Eyes getting a little puffy,
It doesn’t matter.
I see perhaps what some are blind to,
Or maybe just ignore.
Tree branches swaying,
Waving hello with the excitement of the wind.
The grass alive with insects,
Crickets leaping about as my feet approach the blades,
The sky a marble,
Streaked blue and white,
Painted brush strokes overhead.
A chipmunk chirps.
I am here in this world.
It is beautiful and I envy it for that,
But I cannot claim it for myself.
It does not belong to me alone.
It is our home.
Too much beauty and purity for any one man,
The desire of some ends in tragedy.
Simple truths fill my mind,
My heart telling me what it is that we all should now know.