The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Tuesday, 20 October 2015
Instant karma, you could say. Ms Sanctimonious, over here on a very-long-awaited and much-needed writing retreat, broke her writing arm while walking in the forest yesterday.
At the moment she doesn't yet know the implications of all this, but she is in some pain and writing anything significant with one finger of her left hand seems a challenging idea.
Expect not much more than occasional haiku here, dear readers! And send me some sympathy...
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