A poem a day for 2013 - day 39 - Heart. Blood. Flow.

Poetry is not a luxury
Like panty hose or latte
It is our stuttering true groan of this now
This now when our babies are being bullied by classmates
Held by police
Shot down by strangers
This now at the high point of racial tension
And stand your ground
In our post racial society
And gun control
Now when the opportunity for spiritual enlightenment is everywhere
And creating a cult takes no more than a notion
This is our work
To paint the why and the when
To be stitches holding life together
To be needle pricking holes
Connecting our social justice groups 
Stitch stitch
To our religious communities
Pull pull
Bridging our what we know to what you have
The best barter
This is our work
Poke bleed sew repeat
Holding things together
Like art and shelter
Getting through the day
With sanity and soup
We are dangerous
These tongues these hands
Poets
Dancers
Storytellers
Teachers
Film makers
Students
Rememberers
Readers
Markers of history
Builders of tomorrow
And now