When the World Flipped Over
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Lisa Brodsky
When the world flipped over
its open sign to closed,
we became moons in orbit
spinning in circles
seeking asylum from chaos
and isolation of the spirit.
The hospitals are still full
of those who tripped on the curbs
from shuffling their feet
on the slippery slopes of
the sidewalks and streets
while avoiding eye contact.
I want to love this world
but I’m tired of being tired
of the masses as they walk by
of mindless eyes
of heads bowed down
in their cones of solitude.
We sit with discomfort
afraid to touch or be touched.
We flutter by and tenderly land
for brief moments in time,
never lingering too long
for too many ticks or tocks.
It’s time to emerge from our bubbles
where all voices will be embraced.
Change is unceasing and continuous.
Trust in the process.
Open your eyes and hear me.
Let me in. Let me in. Open wide.
Last line from Rachel Kraus, intergalactic evening
