Gathering

Gathering the fragments of the day,
one by one.
The dance, the walking, the drawing
into the centre of you.

And here I find all that is,
crying out for justice.
My people, what have I done to you?

Haiti. Heaven knows
how we can live with ourselves.

Silence

It's like a thirst that's never quenched, a love that never fails, a yearning for the more ... in between the cracks of life.

Why is the silence so noisy?
Me getting in the way
of your attention.
You.
Calling to me,
drip by drip,
torrent by torrent.
Till we are done.