The Filament
I struggle to findthe in-between
in a time when
resting there
feels like apathy,
like leaving them
without a light on.
I built this,
called them together
into the surging current
of world events -
said I will hold this with you.
Now if something happens,
Something BIG,
and I have looked away,
will they feel it
before I do?
I built this shelter,
bid them enter,
rest here with me.
If I choose the birds instead,
their songs, their baths,
the small, silent joy
of just watching them live,
am I allowed that?
I am caught in a trap
of my own design,
the faces of the ones
I gathered
calling me to pay attention.
The judgment sits
at my feet,
I am fading away,
the filament a flicker
of the light
that once surged.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-22 at 21:01
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