From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today’s prompt, write a new world poem."
Transformation
I sit rigid and alone in fear,
wild thoughts barking in my mind.
What if the world is shrinking?
What if we are forced into smaller and
smaller
spaces where neighbours become concepts,
urgent needs are increasingly delayed,
ever tightening guidelines deployed
to navigate this new reality?
Will we survive? Who will be there
at the end of this
Transformation.
Perhaps, something entirely different
is unfolding and we, who
must go through the process,
have not yet opened our eyes.
What if we are simply sloughing off dead skin
from ourselves, letting go those aspects of
society, that no longer (perhaps never)
served us well?
Life has always been a paring knife.
We are being pared down,
our rough-edged society made smooth,
to fit within a new reality:
only what is meaningful and profound
is demanded from our existence.
I sit rigid and alone in contemplation
hoping you are there to meet me
when I emerge from my cocoon.
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