Honestly, the last four years have felt like some level of emergency for me, starting with Mom getting sick, going through a pandemic, and now with WW3 on the horizon. Our hearts have gone through a lot and they’re still ready to be broken again. Our good brave stupid hearts (that last line!).
Meditations in an Emergency
by Cameron Awkward-Rich
I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds
& the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside.
I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in
Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents
beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old
women hawking roses, & children all of them,
break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I
love the world. I run from end to end like fingers
through her hair. There are no borders, only wind.
Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the
institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand
on my stupid heart.