we stepped out to a standstill
on a definitive division line
a robbed future.
we didn’t call the cops.
we let the thieves run amok.
we took shelter in the ruins
and pretended it was home.
we baptized every rare thing we’ve found
with hand-me-down names that didn’t quite fit
and decided this will have to do for now,
surely, if we nurture them,
they will grow into it.
we called kindness love,
before we knew it, these things awakened
and discarded their borrowed names,
revealing ourselves accomplices of the
very same sins we declared ourselves
each moment of silence i take here in the after
is an act of contrition.
may we be forgiven for our blunders in which
we found to withstand the stillness.