This world we love shifts
wholly through darkness and light.
Stable ground is rare.

Our underbelly
churned and naked, reeks with strife.
We part peace by piece.

What phoenix shall rise
from these ashes, we can shape.
Its gap forms our core.

The duty of care
is ours to nourish and grow.
As one we must live.

Together let’s build
a world with room for us all,
with love as our guide.

November 20, 2016
© Kathleen Vaught