shirk your sense of responsibility.
leave your guilt at the door of progress
here's a rack inside, just hang it up.
you are not holding the world together.
you are not stopping the sky from crushing us.
the inevitable overcast of human fault
will only slip through your fingers, it is mist.
Walk with one hand on this cloud.
the hand that types your name where
X_ marks the spot on a petition.
the hand that saves and re-shares
writes, but does not wipe tears.
leave that to your other hand.
the one that makes yourself tea.
the one that turns on the TV
and changes the channel away from the news.
let this other hand tend to our fallen.
Let it be, not our raised fist in the cloud,
but the open palm of empathy we cling to.
this is not a moment of you but a movement of us.
no more backs must be broken pulling the heavy good nearer,
if we all, millions, tug with just one hand.