Truly, there are
two worlds. We are not giving up
hope, but surrendering to it. We set
hope in the future tense, like a vase in a museum. The problem is the
glass between us. What we see we cannot touch. At the mall, a boy
paints his pottery;
next door, puppies chew their blankets. We are wrapped in our
attention, shivering. Another
shooting. Surveillance video proves the officer did not want to kill
the boy. Not everyone dies
the same, the mayor says, and we believe him, because he's black. All
mothers grieve the same, and we believe them because they're all on
film. Next up in my video queue: “Lemurs eat holiday treats at
Brookfield Zoo.” How then can we contemn the world, which
we are born to enjoy?
--24
December 2014
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