Mercy

Mercy

How can I explain it?

This morning my eyes opened

In a different kind of air.

The knowledge hadn’t even had time

To take the shape of words,

Yet it was there.

I really can’t explain how

The polished prongs of accusation

I’d spent so many days sharpening

Melted into pools of peace,

Harmless and deep,

Overnight.

Later it did come to me in words:

This man is not ignoring you.

He is carrying the weight

Of a thousand expectations

And just doesn’t know what to do for you.

And I see:

The mercy new this morning

Was for both him

And me.

‒erinrmsocha 5-13-2020