On opening
the black box
to find who I am
in climate change
I see light…
light, warm
love
flowing, swirling, radiant
from the still point
of the universe to
every corner
crevice, hollow
every plant, animal
human being
every living thing
it touches
I trust
knowing
this is the ultimate
truth
of our being
here,
the only thing
that matters
what ever
happens
here
28/10/2021
poetrywalking 