In this fractured dream world
there is no is,
no state of being right,
no state of being
a certain kind of person

There are no facts about the past,
there is no structure of
the current state of things

However long we grapple with
our and each other’s
version of the truth,
however justified our story seems,
we won’t get closer
to anything that represents us fairly

Through the fractures in this dream world,
sometimes
light can be seen  –
Oh light, be my justice,
enlightening me,
Oh light, be my vision
and teach me to see.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2021