Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, April 3, 2015
Catbird Seat
I’ve got the catbird seat, but it’s not comfortable.
I’ve known what’s coming for a long time, too long.
No, I don’t know all the details, just the main ones.
We’ve all seen some of it already, but there’s more,
so much that it will more than boggle your mind.
That much I can tell you, from the catbird seat.
A flood from the highlands like a tsunami, headed oceanward,
in Chile they just had to get out of the way…, if they could.
--RK, 11:03pmEDST, 4/3/2014
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