whipping wind,
conductor and choreographer.
snow-bleached leaves lifted from the composting bed
into a swirling tornado ballet.
brittle and brown — some cracked with lacy veins of decomposition, some waxy-smooth and preserved.
all, frenzied and alive.
reanimated to dance upon the whistling breeze.
We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality,
Tied in a single thread of destiny.
Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
brown gurls healing circle [18 jan 2014] Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial “outside agitator” idea.
Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.
tscottmiller 