The power of naught

October 13, 2023, February 10, 2024

I have not
insight
or knowledge capable
of offering anything worthwhile
on horrors unfolding hour on hour
in lands Ukraine, Palestine and Israel.

Tears tracing my cheek bones
have power of naught.

No help or change or alleviation
in unspeakable suffering.

Yet all the same they
propel these finger tips,
typing words on glass
into the ether
perhaps finding lodging
in you.

What then?

Then.
Breathe
Feel
Breathefeel again
watch
resonate
Ensure all in my field
receive no wisp of hatred
emanating from me