At my work this week, some of us have been taking part in an activity called ’10 before 10′. Each morning we receive a randomly-generated word, and our challenge is to spend 10 minutes before 10 am writing something inspired by that word, which we then circulate to all the other participants.
Today’s word was ‘disaster’. Although not directly about this blog’s theme of history and memory, the short poem I wrote does somehow still seem relevant.
First, the banner headline – ‘Breaking News’ –
then the first shreds and shards of detail,
the stab of knowing what cannot be un-known,
cannot be disowned.
The drifts of information settle
like heavy snow.
Resisting the temptation to succumb
to the numbness within,
we pick up our shovels
and begin to dig ourselves out.