Precipice

“We live in a pretty bleak time. I feel that in the air. Everything is uncertain. Everything feels like its on the precipice of some major transformation, whether we like it or not.”

– Sean Lennon

Penguins at the precipice

March one by one, diving

Right in, frigid waters waiting

For the quest to begin, scaled

Treasures below awaiting hungry hatchlings

Above;

They open their eyes to melting landscapes,

Evaporating to cloudless skies as one dreams

Of touching the sun. Shifting shelf splits;

The ordered procession of adventurers breaks,

Slipping into chaos, as she learns, the hard way:

Stars are not your friends

Flailing flippers flop; slip-slide, slip-slide

Gravity becomes God, drawing all life to one

Central point, a new Eden where She defies Him

And Icarus flies again, with a vengeance.

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