Wednesday Night Poem by Sally Sandler

Someone in Yemen dies
while I write.
Somebody somewhere
screams in the night;
nearby, somebody else is
left crying.
Somewhere in California
a spark
springs like a snake—
Paradise dying?

Somehow a mother
confronts a wall that
punishes her as she waits
for asylum.
Somewhere a prisoner walks
through a gate,
and freedom is gone for
a man complying.

It matters not that I
stare at a screen
composing on silent keys
in the night.
Someone in Yemen dies
while I write.
The earth pivots and rolls
to the right,
and each of us clings to it,
most of us trying.

But somewhere in darkness and
death is a light...
we're told we can go to it...
look for it shining.