The other morning, the Universe directed me to a recent post by my dear friend Sue Dreamwalker, entitled ‘The Web of Life ~And Death of the Old.’ Though most of its words are recycled from an earlier, 2012, post, they are precious; some things pass the test of time.
Others, however, do not, such as the po† I rattled off in response to Sue’s post:
The threads of life on Spaceship EarthMe, 2022
Unravelling since before my birth
Though it’s just me, I do my bit
To try to stop it going all to shit.
† ‘po’: a short poem