Fragile Earth
Where is the line of wonder for those of us whose lives tumble beneath the weight of a fractured world?
Thunder beckons this night, a flashing storm of zig-zag jagged light, a dangerous reckoning, beautiful, eerily bright
and safe in this house, we huddle to see a generational tree, born before collective generational memory
its branches broken: splintered into unrecognizable splintered beyond belief splintered as shadow, in relief
Change forces us to reconsider:
Are we the home built upon the dirt?
Or, are we the roots in a fragile earth?