Sanctuary Walk

bushfires, Climate Change, nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
         as we walk 
the ancients shriek
   feathered song of dinosaurs 

     and in the pond, 
        a rippled grey sky
    white butterflies' irregular ascent 
    
               soft handed clouds
 blindfold the mountains
       i turn away from information boards

          extinction: the past's blunt tail 
 a black swan dives and dives
                 dripping from beak's red blade       

        in my wrinkled heart
a  flunked certainty:  I wish 
      for a place where we can begin again

This is in response to two prompts. I have struggled and struggled to get across my feelings.

Twiglet #262 “Soft hands”

and

Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Prompt: finish with “where we can begin again”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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