A Shooting in Tucson
Eighteen people.
Nineteen people.
Twenty people.
They can’t seem to get the numbers right.
One is too many.
Six people dead for no reason other than
The crime of being in the way.
One man, one gun, and a thirty round clip.
More in the pocket--death on reserve.
This is the American Way.
Moments. Less.
This is all it took to shatter a web of dreams.
There is no way to count the lives
Forever altered in the space of a few
Heartbeats--sped up, stuttered, or stopped.
Every life connected.
How do you trace the lines connecting all this pain?
How do you gather up all the broken pieces?
Every public tragedy reflects on all of us,
The pieces spread far and wide include
Pieces of all of our hearts.
Look inside and see who looks back.
Reach out and make peace there.
That’s where it all begins.
How do you heal a shattered mirror?
Pick up one piece and make it useful.
Chris Kmotorka
1/12/2011
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