Day 7

Community

Happy Saturday! Here’s today’s prompt (community) and poem:

It’s no wonder

that some people in the 70s

and a few people today

and in the many centuries before

gathered on land and called it

a community, a commune,

a gathering in,

a connectedness beyond words.

It’s no wonder

they put their hands in the dirt

and fought over ethics

and established boundaries,

breaking them soon after.

Are we made for community?

Are we made to sometimes be alone

and sometimes be connected?

Are we too toxic to belong to one another,

or is it possible to heal alongside others,

to put our plows together,

our thoughts together,

to gather on street corners with flowers in our hands

and meet for coffee

when we are, indeed, lonely as hell?

Community is elusive and perfectly tangible,

all at once.

Community is a thing we long for

and may never understand.

Community is the human story

told too often

and not told at all.

Community

is

the

basis

and

foundation,

kinship

at

its

very

deepest

center.