The land melting, sliding over
Like a waterfall
A small mill paddling backwards
Trying to maintain a grip on steady land
Like so many of us who have paddled backwards
Trying to retrieve our steps
To right some wrong, in order to do better.
When paddling forward
It seems to me, the world is paddling backwards
Soon it will go full cycle
With any luck, we will meet ourselves
We can then paddle forwards
Avoiding waterfalls…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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