How to divide one’s time. How, how.
How to silence that rebel poet
slurping up a red sea urchin,
yelling STOP to the world
and standing arms flung on a wide beach praying
for no bombs, no children dead,
praying for kids, my kid and yours and that kid
pounding at the gates of one’s lungs?
Stop and watch seagulls.
Choose battles, save breath.