Repair
Could we just move
Towards each other
Instead of listening
To the voices inside and out
Telling us how divided we are?
Could we remember
Laughter and friendship
Kindness and love
Sorrow and grief
We have tasted together?
Perhaps repair
Does not always need
Many words
But slow movement
Back to each other
A gift, a call
A jar of pickles
We know love is action
Not just pleasant thoughts
And feelings
These times need creativity
To create new ways
Of reconnection
Of loving one another
Our neighbors
Even our enemies
© Julie Clark 2022
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