(Poem 294 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
How do we recover
when foundations
go missing?
The certainty with which
we spoke of reality,
as though stable forces
controlled destiny,
becomes tenuous.
Others blather on with
their platitudes
and absolute truisms,
while we nod along,
attempting to maintain
a neutral expression.
The walls that once
protected us
are long gone.
@Home Studio – 294th poem of the year
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