Collage

We can’t stop.

Stop the listening

to that outside 

of ourselves

that cannot know.

There is no knowing.

Lightning strikes.

It does.

When and where 

it will.

We look for that flash,

the insight we need,

while piecing

together

what remains.

And so we wait.

Collaging 

the noise

into a hum

of solidarity.

Pulling us up

and together

in this

grand experiment

called living.

By Judy Prescott