JARRING



The wind up there

Will it blow

And breeze through trees?

Will flowers grow?

Will streams flow?


Does nature cease 

Where minds increase?

Do beasts wander stars

Near and far?


Or is it a jar?

A terrarium space

Of samples so dear

Kept alive for fear

Of future emptiness 

Here

 




Published first in Ginosko Literary Journal Issue 36 JUN 2026