Dead Waters

Dead Waters 7/9/2013

The box is opened
And there is no closing it now
Its contents pouring out
In every direction.

The damage runs
Into every nook and cranny
Washing into runoff
And down into the sewers.

Seeping into the cracks
And oozing into our ears
As one thought leads to another
And we all fall down the hill.

But even this is nothing new
And even this is no surprise
Even though many think it is
And laugh all the way home.

They think that it is over
And they think that they have won
Overtaking their enemies
With time and numbers.

But even this is a joke
And even the dirtiest of bubbles
Still rise up and pop
Lasting for just a few seconds
And then gone forever.

The dumb and the ugly
Have always been around
But nothing can change a thing
If you don’t know what to do.

Even now I can feel it
The sound and the heat
As the fire catches on
In spaces far between.

There are many who are quiet
And there are many who wait
Learning every day
Who they are
And where they stand.

Picked apart
And a thousand easy ways
But none of it real
And none of it lasting.

Even these bones
Shall still snap together
Attaching at the joints
To walk and breathe again.

Even the earth cannot hold
The good and the worthy
Because they rested on the rock
That has no end.

My fortress grows
Out of the tree tops
Tall, steep, and mighty
My refuge and my home.

Yes, even this shall end
And all melt away
So long in coming
But so assuredly washed away.

Nothing is finished
And nothing is over
As we stretch out our hearts
To become
All that we are.