ONE BIG CIRCLE
We have such a strange vision
Of what it means to be
Strong
We push and forget that pulling
Is a force as well
We build a solitary solid foundation
When rolling rocks, marbles,
Enable the gentle, near visible sway
Of churches and villages
All balanced, just so
With walls of stone so close
Not even a single strand of hair
Can fit between them
There are precious few things I’ve seen
That work better alone
Biodiversity
Brings vitamins
To soil
Strength to crops
And genes alike
A pure bred, inbred pup
Walks on borrowed hips
With weaker heart and clipped
Flesh formed
To our image of perfection
We have already failed perfection
We can place her body down
In reverent quiet
Or flames from a burning wedding gown
Just
Let her rest. She
never really was, anyway.
Walk barefoot and snaggle toothed
Into your own sunset
Joyously finding the tribe to dance beside you
Until you suddenly realize
The size
Of our circle
We all belong
To the same tribe.
When will our eyes
Be big enough
To see?
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