How

How do we live 

Knowing others cannot?

How do we breathe 

Knowing our comfort is at the hands of hidden devastation?

How do we laugh

when all around us Tears seem to be the only logical response?

When Tears tear our hearts

When Embraces brace for the cold

When our feet touch the ground and our delicate fingers bond with other fists rising

When we choose Joy over curling up on the floor and Sobbing

and when we curl up on the floor and Sob

How do we see God’s hands 

How do we feel held?

How do we hold each other 

when we live where living isn’t legal