The empathy needed for feeling the frayed neurons which divide us

is polluted by anger that begets violence

Anger created by distrust

Of your own worthiness

Inside of your split chakras

Pillages all of our dreams

On Monday morning

Standing next to an elderly woman

Who must visit the local clinic

By 10 a.m. in order to see her favorite doctor

Who taps her knees with a pink mallet

That looks like the one used by her pediatrician when she was a little girl

She remembered feeling that his eyes and touch believed in the grace and femininity of female anatomy

An anatomy that tells us to be strong in generosity

Courageous when confused

Warm and supportive at all times

Even when our physicality is drained

Even when our motor skills stop purring

Their anatomy reminds us that Earth shakes, spits, rattles, rocks, and rolls

Despite our natural itch to scratch and claw

Within our gray matter

Which then manifests itself into 

The tossing of objects

The throwing of Mario fireballs

The spraying of manipulated words

The spitting of knifed verbs for dinner

Until you remember the moments warmer than blueberry pie

When your chakras glow beneath your lung

Feeling warmer than wood logs

Kissed with a match from your favorite bar

On Rivington, whose brunch is always served with a long hug and bass that you like

Way before Facebook told you how to feel at all times

As times before Facebook allowed you the capacity

To hate, then ask questions when later came calling

That usually did not happen

So time passed slowly, where we looked in the sky

A cool, calm wind.  Needed. 

To laugh with our children.

Dreaming not only of the future, where prophecy existed in our dreams, but of a present still

Until a leader took action

Walking through neighborhoods

Showing business plans for the marginalized

Where architects can draw

Where business leaders can share ideas

Index cards

Design stills

Performance reports

Their family members' business cards

Pens with a logo

To write about the plans that empower the people

Who have the warm spirit to continue the growth

Of that blue flame inside of their stomach pit

The eternal one.  That's it. That one.