Fear welling up
filling my belly,
I tremble
The tears push forward but
I don’t give in
A familiar feeling
of a childhood gash
that surges forward
unexpectedly
into the calm of a normal day
Moving with the rhythms of this globe
how can I pretend normality
in a world that can no longer stand alone
in harmony with itself
I too can hardly stand
although just a speck of dust within this suffering whole
resinating deep in my guts
a mirror of the intestines of the world
I call upon mountain
its minerality awakens the sound of my bones
infusing them with light
its force and stability
traversing time and space
gives me the strength to go on
….living on the edge !
Cathy Skipper 