Umbrellas block the sun as well as rain.
Create the fantasy we fearfully hold
that we are really in control.
Mother Nature knows far better.
Physics yet unknown follows to the letter
the balance of chaos in the multiverse.
In every verse is hidden the winds of change.
It is better to explore than ignore and guard against
with flimsy excuses that bend in the wind,
or fly out of our hands, or off their stands
when harsher winds blow than those expected
while we thought ourselves protected.
We hide beneath umbrellas blocking the sense
we were born with to survive this world,
lost with each umbrella that unfurls.
Run in the sun to find shade among the trees.
Walk in the rain and feel the mud squeeze
between your toes until you once again know
the glory of communion with Mother Earth.
Let senses restore the sense given at birth.
annarino writes 