If it all falls apart
with each delicately tucked braid
Unraveling itself
wildness will come
Ours is the fear of disappearing comfort and security
That disappeared long ago
Ours is instability
Walking across a stream on a wet log
System upon system woven together in an unsustainable web
Each one propped up by the prior injustice
It will all unravel
When it all burns to the ground
It will be scary
Ours is the fear
Ours is the hope
In the bleakness of destruction
In the emptiness
The conditions for new life abound
We seek harmony
