So
if everyone is grieving something;
Inherited grief, social
grief, private
grief, grief
for universal hope in
the point of it all.
So
if this is true, why are we surprised
progress is slow?
The
defensiveness of grief does not mix with
the sorrow, the denial with
the epiphany, the anger with
the acceptance.
When
sorrow meets sorrows,
epiphany lights epiphany,
acceptance embraces acceptance, {then}
love roots love – only in these fleeting alignments
do we eviscerate {then to}
viscerally experience progress.
So
These chance meetings, it seems,
lacks the frequency needed
to create a communal habitat.
When
we lived in tribes of 150.
we met most “others”
face to face on most days.
When
we wore each others’
grief like our single, tailored
Sunday best – we progressed.
Defensiveness:
So size matters, just not in the way our Father,
his Son, nor our founding Fathers’ proselytizing
pasty phallics claim.
Epiphany:
So nothing matters, but Everything does.
Acceptance:
So we’d all be better off
if we’d each be a They,
loved with and
for
in our many colored
soul covers.
{here}:
Love aligns with love.
Now
we may march with the King’s Strong Love.
*The theory of Dunbar’s Number posits that 150 is the number of individuals with whom any one person can maintain stable relationships.
Hokis {n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for “my soul“}
Hokis is founder & senior editor of Headline Poetry and a regular contributor for Reclamation Magazine. Her recent work is also found with Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Nymphs, Paragon Press, and in Indie Blu(e)’s Anthology: SMITTEN. Find her @hokispoetry on tw | in | fb | @headlinepoets on tw | ig