So Let Us Dare

How do we discover an antidote to each other,
a faculty to commune in spiteful space?
Our bleeding hearts and noxious farts
tie us in a hopeless chase to free this place
of evil parts that detonate without behest;
distress the poise we need to keep our sanity.
Profanity which vents each manic crash
rends the fabric where we weave our divers ends
and tangles in the warp and weft,
we are left to ponder with regret the bolt of cloth unwoven,
the promises betrothen, the futures that are stolen.
And yet there is a silence in the loom,
a space as free of curdled dreams as paradise
allows; its crashing quiet assaults the senses,
overwhelms the sad defences, avows a calm
which would eschew an armistice – a synthesis
of each of us, an end of war. Before we tear
the loom apart let us heed the healing quiet,
listen to the tick of time, hearken to its here and now,
let it invade our where and how and open up our seething minds
before the cloying blindness rends us mindless.
The quiet and calm and dignity needs no antidote from me
or you, nor do we need a place apart, we start right here
in peace and light and in the dome of silence where
our voices join in common prayer.
We know that we are free to care,
so let us dare.
© I.D. Carswell