During my evening walk yesterday, a fish jumped silently in the stream near the bridge.
Nature reclaiming itself and becoming one again.
And so the Earth came to a close,
Shut its eyes
And laid in repose.
(image: Dee Nickerson: 'In Clover')
Sunday, 5 April 2020
In Clover
And so we teeter on, walking a tightrope through the invisably infected air that swirls around us. Gloves on, hands washed, 2 metres apart, we tread our days - wishing for an end, that the planet would cease its revenge, that the air would become clear again and grant us our freedom, that the Earth would sigh and forgive us.
During my evening walk yesterday, a fish jumped silently in the stream near the bridge.
Nature reclaiming itself and becoming one again.
And so the Earth came to a close,
Shut its eyes
And laid in repose.
(image: Dee Nickerson: 'In Clover')
During my evening walk yesterday, a fish jumped silently in the stream near the bridge.
Nature reclaiming itself and becoming one again.
And so the Earth came to a close,
Shut its eyes
And laid in repose.
(image: Dee Nickerson: 'In Clover')
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