Anger and tenderness: my selves.
And now I can believe they breathe in me
as angels, not polarities.
Anger and tenderness: the spider’s genius
to spin and weave in the same action
from her own body, anywhere —
even from a broken web.
(Adrienne Rich)
(internet photo)
Mother Earth watches
waits
silently
patiently
waits
As her resources are pilfered
exploited
by petulant children
who think they are the highest form
evolution’s best
She shudders
as she lumbers along
waits
her energy gathering
until the time
when the children
must be taken to task
for their actions
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