When the unspeakable joins
the untenable all that was viable
is brought into doubt;
as doubt raises its head
or kindness is smothered
humanity suffers …
another
hole in the wall.
Where’s Hans Brinker when you need him?
Polly Robinson © 2013
When the unspeakable joins
the untenable all that was viable
is brought into doubt;
as doubt raises its head
or kindness is smothered
humanity suffers …
another
hole in the wall.
Where’s Hans Brinker when you need him?
Polly Robinson © 2013
I am solo
Yet one of two
I am separate
Yet one of four
I am individual
Yet one of sixty-three
I am unique
Yet one of ninety-four thousand
I am different
Yet one of sixty-two million three hundred thousand
I am inimitable
Yet one of seven billion
‘No man is an island’*
I am me
Polly Robinson © 2012
*John Donne (1572-1631)