What a strange time to be alive.
We are a snow globe, shaken hard:
In the blizzard but anchored
and eventually the snow will settle –
that is why the tiny world is glued down,
meant to withstand hard shaking
© Meisaan Chan
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Hi Meissen, thanks for your anchoring poem, we need many more like this. Keep safe and well, xo.
Thank you so much. Stay safe as well, and keep finding anchors.