BEING KAREN

When you break glass, it’s over in a flash, the spiteful pieces scatter as far as they can. The noise is as sharp as the outcome. Any brief mourning moment for the object transmutes in seconds into fear. Fear of harm. Fear of the hidden pieces that lurk beyond the broom and brush, to bite you at a future time. Pottery, it hits the ground with a heavy sound, like a body falling. The shards lie close and you can pick them up without fear. Weighing each one in your hand as you l

I open the door and smell the good rain. Smell the happiness of the receiving earth. Look at my tiny garden, each leaf out-stretched and shinning. I know someone is complaining right now, no more rain! It makes me laugh. One of the things we need for actual life, falls from the sky like magic, for free. Somewhere else a young man is holding a gun he did not ask for. A mother is in a shelter making a shelter, with her body, her heart, and her prayers. And here, the good rain f