I re-found a poem of Kevin’s and was inspired to create a response. Here is Kevin’s poem:
December 14, 2021
I may return to the song
I thought I might sing,
the one I was writing
that crumbled before
the b r i d g e,right there
where the gap _ _ became gaping,
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a hole that seemed
too big to be making
space to fit my words in
I was inspired to write this:
Make
your own personal
wailing wall
in the failed infrastructures
everywhere,
paper & ink
bridging
the gaps
in the fatigued
metal
and wood
and concrete
in our own selves,
prayers buried
in our
broken selves.
I was also inspired to create my own personal wailing wall to send prayers into the aether. Prayers to whom? Does it matter? Not to me:
Folded tight, filled with the energy of intention :
Jammed into the oldest wall I know, close by, the log home we live in, built circa 1865.
Thanks to Kevin for the inspiration. And for the wailing wall for inspiration.