Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Everywhere

  

Tenderness pierces the heart
the way a bright stream of sunlight
pierces evening clouds,
the way the green stem of garlic
pierces cold spring soil.
It pierces the heart the way protests
for justice pierce silence.
If anyone asks, where does it hurt,
the truest answer is everywhere.
If anyone asks, where can I find
beauty enough to make me weep,
the answer is the same.

—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

(Sunset 2-16-26 over Sequatchie Valley in TN).



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