The world heaves and cracks and
somewhere
people are falling through,
and into, it.
Touching faces and rubbing bodies and
crying with sweat,
something has to give –
and everything has given.
I watch the panic and the shock
with awe
and nobody has an answer to any of the questions being asked.
We pile bodies on top of hopes,
always hoping,
and reaching out to a future we can’t see.