There is no bliss

There is no bliss, only relentless living.

Dana’s sickness is still incurable.

This time you both mourn together, instead of blaming each other apart.

Mom’s ashes have joined dad’s.

Most of the things you love are gone.

 

The pains return, fresh, every morning.

This time your bones know, we’ve been broken worse.

This time your lungs know, laughters shake fears loose.

This time your brain knows, the carnival can go on without you.

 

Outside, the destruction carries on.

Our lands and bodies tattered, our humanity strong.

Found another abandoned lot, grew a garden anew.

Spoke our truths. No closure. Full respect.

 

I see your eyes, wild flowers burning on the night sky;

all of us - a net - holding the darkness.

all of us - a bowl - inviting new hopes.

 

You asked me, will our hopes materialize?

Will Facebook optimize for generosity?

Will eBay display in real time 

the health of our commons, the flux of all available resources?

Will self-governing circles make most of the decisions in our town?

Will all transactions end in a hug?

 

I can answer you in whispers today

Our skins will be wrought tough in heat waves after storms.

We’ll be unafraid of snakes and scorpions roaming free among our crops.

Tomorrow, there is no bliss.

Only us loving.