By Lisa Huddleston
Today is a day half empty
Earth quaking beneath my feet
Heart rioting in my chest
Fear and anguish and desperation raging
And leaving a half-empty space in which
My questions loom large and invisible
Holding my head above the waves
Can questions hold me up?
Or am I the foolish man building his house
Upon the sand?
No foundation
No firm, solid ground
Just empty space above and
Unanswerable questions below
As the earth shakes
And angry young people empty shelves
In a local store
As though stolen goods can fill empty souls
Nepal and Baltimore
Earthquake and riot
And nothing makes any sense
As I find myself drinking from a glass
Half empty
