We must stand among the people with unbreakable hearts
as our hearts are broken.
They will forge ahead
while we stay in the quiet place of loss
letting our fragile shanties of peace and plenty crumble.
Now children have no mother or father,
now a family is made into small pieces
and tossed to the wind.
Now there is no food or medicine for many,
now there is only safety for the few.
The people with unbreakable hearts will march in all directions
back and forth
from one land to the next
having forgotten all of life is a circle
and they are going nowhere but here.
You and I can sit together,
at this river near my home
where moss still clings to the round faces of granite boulders despite winter’s freeze.
We will let our hearts be broken as much as life needs,
while the waters song soothes us
and fills us with nourishment
so we can rise again.
The people with unbreakable hearts will never stop moving and posturing and crushing,
we will be together
remembering how to tend fires
and weave love like baskets
out of thin air.
