While our worlds
in all directions
are flying
out of control
like so many
spinning plates,
smashing
the last vestiges
of basic humanity,
care and compassion
for fellow human and
more-than-human beings,
in my own tiny world
most of my plates
have stopped spinning
just as out of
my control,
though there’s no shortage
of visits, meals, phone calls,
walks, rides,
kindness, care,
understanding and love
from friends old and new,
family, and even
the professionals
and feeling held by
the great mother earth
trees, birds, father sky
moon and stars
and the soft touch
and blessing
of angels’ wings
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13/02/2025