Or like a predator?
When the inevitable happens
Will you go under water
Or wait in your bunker
To make an art form of denial?
Each day we see the fruits of karma
The smiling faces gratefully aware
The shoulders pressed by heavy burdens
Some are graceful
Some are awkward with pain
But we're all in this together
Like the penguins and the crocodiles
The jellyfish and the swans
The honeybees and cockroaches
Noah is an embryo
In a young mother's womb
And we are not ready
