The Earth Is Broken

Hold the moon in your hands
and be careful
you don’t drop it
it’s very fragile.
So fragile that
a human touch might break it
as the Earth was broken
like the Earth is broken now.


With Open Eyes

I have my eyes open now
and I can see the sky
by debris,
by rocks,
by wire,
by dereliction.
by sharpness and
impenetrable barriers.
I want to see it clear,
like I remember
when my eyes were closed
clear and unblemished
creamy white
and pink and blue.
I want want to see it
framed by trees,
I want to see
the rocks become
I want to go back to
where the birds are singing
breaking up the sky with flight.
Does it still exist, this place?
I don’t think so.
Will it ever exist again?

I must believe so.


Photo © Matthew Friedman