In other lifetimes,
it took years
to crisscross
this glorious globe,
but as the distance
diminished, knowledge
expanded and
we know (we KNOW)
that all of us want
the same things:
peace, safety,
love...
This Earth,
so buried in
grief and confusion,
is somehow,
somehow,
still spinning.
Still producing
fresh green cucumbers
and fireflies
that dart in and out
of the hydrangeas.
Little girls still
selling lemonade
on Sunday afternoons.
How can it all be so
exquisite? So beautiful?
How can it all be so
(crushingly) sad?
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
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