Light Inside a Crystal Ball

When the stars in the darkness of space

gaze into the crystal ball, what do they see?

They weep as we disturb the stillness of their peace. 

They see a world in motion

tear people out of a still life painting

and move them in a way that sways violently

like a dinghy caught in a perfect storm.

The stars sprawled out in space now resemble

the papers on the floor in the home of a young writer

preparing for a war of words.

Words on a page send jarring emotions and notions

of right and wrong take root in deep chambers.

Voices now angry and reacting, ringing, drilling discord

like a single yell inside a hollow cave yells back tenfold.

The voices travel, unstoppable loathing from people’s lips.

Now entering their screens, IPs can’t stop the surge of hate.

Off our axis and divided, millions of people inside closed doors

silently pray for the health of millions and millions more

loudly protest the right to care about oneself.

Can we instead, use words to share our pain

and shed the anger in our heads to help and heal

the ones who dealt the blows and remind those

who motion to forget, we’re here to help each other?

The words of life in motion are powerful

in the hands of those who wish to jar the peace.

But please, jar lemon-filled life in motion,

like lightning in a bottle, turn it into something bright,

and store it for the stars to see.