"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman

The World is Not a Promise

I measure out darkness
like a potion I know will kill me
when my body is a riddle tied in knots
a host for virus and plastic
because the world is not a promise
the moon is not a puppet
and the sun doesn’t owe us light

What wakes me at night
is the thought of everyone
and everyone’s trash
a gold rush for fool’s gold
and a self-assured notion
that Wall Street is Eden
that we can blame a devil snake
while we crash nature’s bank
and burn our climate at both ends

Evolution isn’t always improvement
What we break, we own
What we reap, we have sown
The world is not under our dominion
It’s our fragile natal saving grace

_______________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United

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