a ReVerse…heatwaves, oppression, and revolutionary kindness

earth barely breathing…
the rising mist that smells of musk 
feels like hot breath on your skin,
I am already dreaming
the fiddler plays in the rain
as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support 
prayers of souls, woke, cling to hope for the dawn 
but it’s too late, the deed is done
it takes some effort, you know, to hate
Each of us is called to stand, to show the world we care
compassionate acts touch hard hearts one by one
sometimes reality is too great a burden to bear

~kat

When I look back over the past few weeks as recorded by each day’s poetry, thoughts, and glimmers, it is no surprise that I needed a pause to rest; to assess, to realign my priorities, and most of all to recharge. It’s been a rough time for many. It can be hard to hope and easy to feel as if resistance is futile (as the saying goes). 

They…yes they…unfortunately, we are in an us and them reality now, and they would like us to believe its over. They would like us give up. They want to turn us against each other by spreading lies and  by turning up the gaslighting. 

But we did not come this far with our souls intact to concede defeat now. Revolution comes at a price and requires unflinching commitment and courage. We can’t all take to the streets, but we can all be kind. We can’t all rush to the front lines, but we can help a neighbor, or a stranger. Even the simplest thing…a smile with intentional eye contact…a nod, can change someone’s world for a moment. I have witnessed it firsthand. The moment when a tiny spark ignites in someone’s eyes when they realize that you see them and they realize they are not alone. 

So let us all recharge our batteries in whatever way we need to. And let this revolution commence, one spark of kindness, compassion, and glimmers of light at a time. We are all weary, but we are not alone. We have each other. 

Much love, peace and glimmers of light to you! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.