15.3.19
This poem can hold the sky for you to see
you will fall into the wide blue of hope
and the wide blue of the next day and the day before
and you will see beauty and you will pause
at the sight of the plunging kereru
but this poem is different because it struggles to hold
the surge of grief and the loss of words so so
so poetry feels helpless because
what good a poem in the face of massacre
what good a poem against the home made unsafe
what good a poem in my white skin
what good a poem when my skin is crying
what good a poem when we feel so bad
what good a poem for the bereft families
what good a poem when life’s fabric changes
what good a poem for intolerance
what good a poem against the racist taunt
what good a poem when mothers fathers
grandparents children friends are dead
or when the Muslim family is detained at the airport
or when the young girl in hijab is abused on her way to school
or when a detained Muslim poet shares his dream
or when you are told to go back where you came from
which is here
which is home
which is where
your children
are born
and so and so
this poem is holding out you a fragile pronoun
not knowing who will fit and who will agree
you and you and you and we are in mourning
and so and then
when our children marched for the good of the planet
and when we will all march for the good of the planet
and when we will all march and we will all speak for the good
of the beating heart of the planet which is you and you and we
and I am writing heart and we will keep writing heart
because the heart of the planet depends on
kindness and respect and love and open arms
and in this surge of tears and voices speaking
as we stand and sit and bow and pray in solidarity
and I hear National Radio
and I cannot stop listening
to Mohamed Hassan’s podcasts
and a Sikh taxi driver speaks of human solidarity
and a Muslim looks at his neighbours laying flowers
and they are all lost for words and he speaks
and the white flowers are laid and the family gathers
and the families gather and a nation gathers
and candles are lit and vows are made to
make this place home to make this our home and to
stand against racism and this is yes you and you and your
and we are heart to heart and I am holding out words
yes these words after making salty bread and spreading butter
and trying to move through the day and writing words
like white flowers like a wreath of sadness
like human warmth like human peace like hope for we
Paula Green