Meditation On Violence

Poem By Indigo Hawkins

Separation, silence,
when did these become sacred?
I think of paradox
and poetry—
reach out to pull away—
think of how easy it is,
how easy to be absent,
to be separate, silent, to pray please
please just leave me alone.
To be exposed is to be responsible.
It is so easy to turn away—
you, a storm or a falcon; either way,
vehement, without words.

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