In the darkness distance and weather
are close up
impenetrable forests
cloud cover
In the towers electricity flows
surging light through office spaces
interior warmth and management cold
In the moment when hope is less
than a thunderstorm
somewhere over the edge
the Lord watches over all
In the desert where bones lie in dust
the sage feeds rabbits its brush
snow blankets all together
except glass steel pinnacles
without any fuss
Around the clock wheels
organized humming issue products
temporarily running
human resources day and night
winding up with nothing
profound.
15 October 2023
Nothing Profound (a poem)
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