Marta Elva Gibbons contemplates “mayhem.”
Listen…to the Whisper of Your Heart
Writing in the time of corona virus is like meditating at a four-way stop sign,
Constant motion of emotion interrupted by the stop and go
Of politicians and everyday citizens championing wisdom and nonsense.
Confusion saturates sensations of the human mind – sight, sound and vision;
Only you can decide what’s right.
Nature calls outside my window, silently observing, as we rip each other apart –
The sanctity of silence, gone.
People arrive by boat determined to exercise their right to – PARTY!
On the road, traffic speeds by toward Pine Island,
Anxious drivers seeking justice for past atrocities of waiting in long traffic lines.
Nature warns us – its alarm ignored,
Rising death tolls preordained normal,
Human fragility mocked; dismissed by youthful arrogance and an ignorant government.
What to do when all our exits are blocked;
When voices scream, I can’t breathe – from hospital beds and city streets,
When the youth of America continues the struggle of a long, drawn out fight.
Not to screaming voices of frustrated Americans and activists.
Listen…to the whisper of your heart;
It knows, you know –
Something is wrong, and only we, can restore the sacredness of humankind.
Marta Elva, July 2020
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