Adrift

adrift & unmoored

the realm of politics

feels unmoored from my vision,

this golden mishmash of languages and stories that make my country, make me.

is not political personal as food

or an ambulance arriving at 3 am?

what should we protect from those who cannot protect anything

even themselves?

how do we choose among forest, water, air, children, elders, sick, healthy people to save?

time and again I moor myself to myself

my beating heart

my pulsing circulation

my grounded sit bones.

unasked questions answer

we are therefore we are

 

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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