Faultlines
I didn’t see them
Did anyone?
Did anyone else see this one coming,
That the very steadiness we stand on every day would crack right in two, three, four, twelve, twenty places around us?
Under the surface, just waiting for the shaking that would make a decision finally – to close up, or to split open
What a relief?
To have the clarity
To have the definition of the spaces, even if they are split, ripped to shreds, cut up into sharp shards that cut and rip and split if you’re not careful, if you don’t watch your step
If you don’t watch your words
If you don’t watch your tone
Actually, …maybe you should watch your thoughts
Your heart
Pretty sure it doesn’t matter much – what you say and what you do with those words, with that tone – if the words and tone inside your head is sharp, ripping, cutting
Because then you’re harming two: the “other”,
and you.
I guess the quake was inevitable
And we probably needed it.
At least it’s all exposed now
At least there’s less pretending now
At least the truth is out now
At least maybe now, or soon,
Inevitably?
Little trickles of healing can start to drip into those great expanses that stand between us
Water always
always
eventually
finds the lowest places.
