January 20th

img_0922Frozen seed pods look like chattering birds – at
least here’s an absence of ill-natured words.
There’s plenty of those swirling round in the
clouds; drawing ever more frenzied responses
from crowds. What was this is now that! And what
was that is now this! Oh how I wish for
this mute seedpod bliss. Now’s not the time
to swell the rejected, polarise wealth,
ignore the neglected. Like the cold
speechless seedpods – we are all connected.