"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Poem: The Long View


Far below this solid ground, rocks melt into sunset colors,
flowing and roiling, shifting the solid lands above,
steadily moving mountains and the forests on their backs.

Take off your clothes, your watch, your glasses.
Walk naked through a forest, at night,
or into the sea at high tide.
Try to survive a week in unfamiliar
wilderness, a desert, the tundra.

Sit yourself down and flip the glass.











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