Stepping through the stanza break

1.

‘The old expressions are always with us
And there are always others.’
Charles Olson

what is the poet to write?    do dolphins plunge bottomward / to find the light? or is it rock / that is searched?     and what of us? You, the reader and me, the eye of the poem.
can we hope to (re)write well    / to correct the errors of history with graceful arcs,
to turn the page, to stop    and begin again,
again.

must we too
dive,
through flights of B29s     under Enola’s far reaching
wings?

that day the sun, stolen from the sky, seared the skin of(f) humanity and took the light by which we write.

what is left    but a break    in the stanza  /

2.

children of the bomb            guardians, we are responsible.
readers, writers, students both     responsible.

not for the old wounds,         the shadows
that haunt our divided selves, forever tugging at our feet,

but for the voice
we must (re)breathe
the line
that cleft atom from atom

and remember
the break in the stanza.