Teetering on the edge of losing my grip feels like holding my breath. I continue to move forward even so. I am ripe with agitation since most days end with so little complete. So little under my control. Not enough of me nor time for what I love on top of what I must do. …
Compassionate-rains water Her drought.Her landscape meant to fertile lives inside out. Ignite, wills She commanding forest-fires run free.Her message is clear but ignored by many. What would She do? Alas, you shall see.She’s already begun. Trying, She seeks a desperate remedy. Mountains of ocean rock and sway.Her core boils furious with each passing day. She …
