Not the way.
Whatever is not the way
soon ends…
Laoxi, from Lao-Tzu: A Book about the Way and the power of the Way, Ursula K. Le Guin
Are we sure?
We have walked this road for a long time. Footstep after footstep across the soft earth of community, and the hard pavement of individualism. Our firm steps have crushed innocent necks along our path of progress. When they cry, all we do is wipe their tears off our boots like morning dew.
Are we sure this is the path we want to follow?
Look behind. Smoke from still-burning communities; remnants of ruined lives; the simplicity of following one’s nature left butchered by seemingly mastered comlexity.
Look ahead: Debris from stricken society, shattered by those starved of Justice for too long. The unchecked spread of pandemic, driven by the selfish ignorant and the failed leaders they chose.
Are we sure?
No?
Then … Change. Our. Way.
enshadowed road
enclosing those hands
different than ours
for Poets and Storytellers United’s Weekly Scribblings #26: Pavement
Frank J. Tassone 
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