We have this habit of defining
the nature of our beast
and an eye for definition
which may limit, or at least
prevent us from evolving
in a helpful sort of way
to keep up with our surroundings –
the environments at play.
.
There are countless endless junctures
at which our cells could switch
from those well-remembered patterns
to a stronger bolder stitch
but our stubborn prolongation
of the sequences we know
keeps us circling our shelter
even when the changed winds blow.
Julie, this is stunning! ‘even when the changed winds blow’…is a beautiful ending of a great poem.
Hi there! Glad you like this one. How are things? x