Thursday, November 10, 2005

unlearning numbers

when you're face feels warm
and your body comfortable

and the sounds are muffled

and what you love, doesn't love you back
and yet- you know in the end you are your own suffering
and every time I show the documentary 30,000 individuals are tortured again in Argentina
and two weeks ago the earth swallowed a group of 73,000 in Pakistan
big numbers, little numbers, single numbers
usually estimated numbers
but always whole numbers, never fractions or decimals

and the upcoming week's events giggle in the back of your head.
In moments like this it seems like one human life is just a miniscule spark of light
insufficent, even as a big number, to illimunate an entire void.

4 comments:

Renee said...

Dear Megan, I sympathize with the feeling in this poem. But I do think that one spark of light, one individual can make a lot of difference and it's sort of our job as enlightened individuals to keep trying to effect things for the good... I especially liked the line "and the week's events giggle in the back of your head."
Thank you, Renee

matt m said...

Enjoyed you heartpour--
words are powerful, even to speak them to oneself alone.
your words mirror your heart
and so, it helps to balance,
give hope, and bring light to-
those entire voids left in the hearts
of other humans, when we losing
a light, or two, or estimated thousands.

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