Slow Resistance

Melting by Evgeny Grinko

The world feels like it’s coming apart; 
Power doing what power does,
Same old story.

And here I am, nursing close,
A knee digging into my ribs,
Breathing us both back into calm.

It’s easy to think this is small work,
Invisible work.

But this is where nervous systems settle,
Where trust gets built,
Where the next version of the world quietly forms.

Maybe this is what actually holds the world together.

By Alice Karayianni