I have to think how to breathe in and out.
It appears I'm to carry on
like the world's worst actor
utterly stunned
when an Angel says "Sorry"
as if lost rainforests need judgement
for their absence.

I know wielding forgiveness without cause
to be a crime. I'm speechless. Words would come
as from a babbling amoeba on the floor 
but what help is that? I want to help.

There's a lifetime of free discourse
to unchain and disclose each other.
When life itself bars the way
by the side of the road speech is rehearsed 
drop after drop wept
into the green verge of poetry.