the tides of my connectedness to the world are precarious these days
as political upheaval and violence rage near and far / occupy wall street / damascus
as democratic principles are blatantly undermined / robocalls / bill 22
as the environment faces a likely death sentence / enbridge / wild salmon
as trauma is lived and re-lived / switzerland bus crash / tori stafford
as women are ravaged by the law / RIP amina, morocco / GOP war on women
in spite of the fear that grips my chest in an iron clasp of panic
in spite of the anxiety that threatens to swallow me whole
i have an uncontrollable urge to love, love, love.
love big and hard and fast and strong and wide.
i want to love until my heart cracks so wide open
that the possibility of ever closing it up
with intolerance or passivity
with willing blindness or self-interested ennui
or with the jadedness of fear and vulnerability
is no more