When it rains it pours we say sink or float leaves for boats in a perfect puddle the playground is ours and the rain picks up we are singing we are swinging and everything is new for a couple of hours the grey arrived along with fall thoughts dad worries electric bill went up temporary crown broken mom split a gut laughing at an inside joke from childhood and the kids grow and grow and grow until we are all very old rain, rain splish splish splash thunder lightning listen- CRASH! Oh now feel it when it rains it pours centrifugal force and I see the grey and it smells like rain and I feel it I feel it Alive and afraid to lose. Less and less light on incredible views melancholy right on cue and I feel it
Already a small homogenous group convinced of their own importance race to the top of an anthill have we ever worked less like a colony? have we ever been less like a hive? what I wouldn't give for a queen a softer energy footsteps becoming leaps I hope when they arrive they are able to see in us a quality we no longer seem willing or able to see in ourselves
near the speaker, a question: "what if the future you fear is coming?" if that feared future arrives or is here already in some seed form, it changes nothing. little matters. still. curiosity matters. still. hope matters. still- sights & sounds & a warm blanket on cold feet & busy ants moving things Night skies drowned out by light pollution Other people's trash Replying always replying Mixed drinks mixed media mixed reviews mixed feelings ALL of it IS still happening. & if/when that changes, well don't we humans just kick the can move the line hit refresh acclimate? when the future I hear is coming arrives it will just be another day of the week & we will go on pushing snooze & dropping crumbs & canceling plans & charging devices & worrying about a new tomorrow drawing near.
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