Our Turn - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

Our Turn


Everything comes to me
Now in tatters, ripped
Un-wholly, and unholy. 
When I reach for You
You are air, everywhere
And empty. 

We are bleeding 
Bleeding out terrors 
Torn, drawn, quartered
Questioning why
Us, why now?


This fight—for 
Freedom, Justice
Just now, like air
Everywhere,
Nothing new, an old,
An ancient fight. 
 
An expression in Spanish:
"Nos toca a nosotros."
Taken literally,
It touches us,
Like a tap on the shoulder 
Or a truncheon

It means "it's our turn,"
Our turn now. 

	- Rebecca del Rio