Keeping vigil on the couch
My body here and still
My heart in Minnesota, feeling the cold, the solidarity, the fear and the commitment
My heart in Atlanta where the people of my heart are on the street
My heart in Denmark where people I have loved are hating some of my people
My heart in Gaza among the rubble
My heart in Israel among the confusion, fear and rage
My heart in Italy
Sudan
Somalia
Venezuela
My heart with my friend whose cancer returned
My heart with my friend who lost their brother
My heart with my friend locked in the grey pallor of depression
My heart with my trans friends wondering when to leave and where to go
My heart with my Jewish family wondering when to leave and where to go
My heart with my Black family wondering when to leave and where to go
My heart
My heart
Oh my aching heart
I may be stillÂ
On the couchÂ
but my spirit is traveling, healing, loving, holding, achingÂ
I hold the world in my heart
From my corner of the couch
Love is all I have to offer
If only it were enough
If only my heart were large enoughÂ
My love big enough to pour into all the broken places, the broken hearts
All the broken hearts opening to love
At last
If only
So here I am on the couch
Keeping vigil
