Common Ground, This Dark November

We cross paths on common ground,
the one who taught me about god in lowercase,
the violence of separation, that security is an illusion.
We embrace, kiss cheeks……….exhale
and for a brief moment heal our fear,
right the heinous vote of a people divided.
I am not yet fit for human consumption,
but I’ll take this morsel of kindness,
this exchange of kindred spirits.
I know she sees the grief I hide behind dark glasses,
but she no more mentions that than I the demons of oppression
that haunt her dreams and fill these long, dark days.
We know love will have to be enough for now.

Photo: Two women donning gas masks as part of an air raid drill. © Argus Newspaper Collection of Photographs, State Library of Victoria; Poem ©2016, Jen Payne.

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