i’m not the one to sound alarms
when there’s not an emergency,
when nothing ’round me would cause harm
or initiate urgency.
a crash, a boom, a slam, a bang,
the explosion of someone’s voice
can leave me grasping for somebody
to give me another choice.
it’s all at once, it’s always been,
and i know it always will be,
but every time i think of this
i wonder how this world is free
since i’m not made to handle things
of multitude, for i am just
a person with a complex mind
of particles that come from dust.
and who really isn’t just that?
is anybody else around
to witness nature’s caveat,
the deaf’ning, overwhelming sound?
because i know i’m not alone,
but it truly does seem like so
when i go in search of my own
and all i get is told to go.
so what to do in such a state?
a person who is nothing but
as moved and living as the late
can only pull their eyes closed shut.
unless, of course, there was a hand
to hold and have and know and pass
through all the hurt and turmoil that
come with this life, this knowing path
of crashes, booms and slams and bangs,
of letting that heaviness hang,
of knowing even on your own
you’ll never truly alone.
emergency! emergency!
a social peril, a dire need
to be together, joined at once,
to fight the good fight attonce