Reaching down to cup my hands underneath the suffering souls
Bringing them up into the light and holding them to my breast, cradling them,
Singing them lullabies
It’s what I want to do for the world
Is there anything else? Is there really anything else?
I saw this tree yesterday
With its arm around another tree
Such a small arm around a big tree, and yet
Such a feeling of comfort
Even this small gesture
When there’s so much fear and danger
So much chaos and doom
When the utter meanness of the day can drag our branches
I want to be that small skinny arm
That offers solace
