the earth beneath your feet
ceases to exist,
and there is no firmament,
open space is where
the ground that was there
horror, terror,
darkness and devastation
provide the atmosphere,
while you lie writhing,
wishing that you were
anywhere but here;
O Haiti, mother of so much
that is so important
to so many of us,
we grieve with you this night;
our hearts ache
at the severity of your plight,
and we wish with all our might,
that no more trials come your way,
that tomorrow, while filled with
sorrow, is a better day.

January 12, 2010.

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