the longest night
The world turns and we are struck
As someone we’ve never known grieves for someone we’ve never known
We are struck by a sadness we do not expect.
As the seconds dragged to minutes, and the minutes dragged to hours
We held our collective breath waiting for the moment
Waiting for the signal
That it was ok
That we were ok.
We held her hand
As she held the door for him
And lingered at the threshold,
Standing on tiptoe,
Craning her neck for any glimpse
Of someone coming the other way.
She made a space
With food, and music, and love.
And we kept a space
A net of hands on keyboards
And tears on keyboards
And hearts on keyboards
That I couldn’t see
And couldn’t help but feel.
How extraordinary it is
That she can take a dissipated world and draw it in;
Herd us over broken glass through a barbed-wire corridor
And lead us bruised and bleeding out the other side,
And we are grateful for every scratch and tear?
Because she has endured the knife down to her bones
We bleed a little from every cut in her;
Just a little...
And we are better for each drop we bleed together.
Because together we can breathe.
We breathe out, and breathe in, and breathe on.
#amandapalmer #afp #anthony
#amandapalmer #afp #anthony
© mjc 24 June 2015
