Homo sapiens
We think we
are conquerors
when we venture
out into the
sea. We forget
how vast it is,
how dark. And
further out,
when we look
at stars, we
think we are
so brave. Little
motes floating,
tiny grains.
Surrender is
our base
state, helpless,
awed. We
enter the
world cold,
thin-skinned,
squalling, micro-
scopic miracles
that beat
the
odds.
August 5, 2021
Image by Christian Bowen of Unsplash
Day 4, poem no. 9 for The Writing Oasis (Summer 2021) with Beth Kempton
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