poetry wednesday : you, me, us

white-out

It was as if someone had changed the channel
from placid vista into television static.
For a second, all I saw was blindness, a sudden jumble
that erased the swaying trees, the ski trails slick
from that day’s chairlift offspring. Even the guideposts
of the highway were gone. I realize I could be talking
about anything - the shatter of any unsuspecting scene - last weeks’
earthquake crumbling Port-au-Prince, a family’s rapid cracking,
a body’s unsanctioned failure. In the middle of each chaos,
I clung only to these words: you, me, us.

-Maya Stein

Haiti, Appomattox shootings, a young father and husband dead from cancer: a family's rapid cracking, a body's unsanctioned failure.

What else is there, besides you, me, us?

[image from here]

Comments

[Laurie Foley]

Patti, You're making me cry - again! Tears cleanse. Thanks so much for this.

[Maureen]

Wonderful poem!