flexibility is stronger than standing firm against the wind
Late at night I write, while everyone else is sleeping. Hardly for fame or fortune, but for ordinary urchins, who accept the joke life plays upon them. That only the certain can be mistaken. Only the rigid, broken.
That cast in a glass vase, this Earth is hefty and firm and fragile for it. But you can’t see a solution if you look right through it, so sway. That’s the seed message of Earth Day, sandwiched between pandemics.
When we sway, as wildflowers to wind-song, the proud think we speak with dæmons. They see the gestures. But they refuse to hear how urchins, who don’t have answers, are no less not mistaken. And the rigid will be broken.
( Earth Day 2020 )
