Space and the peacock
It seems
a small degree of space
We seek
to carve out for ourselves,
A camp
for destress, a holding pattern,
A place
to recharge our bodies
In this ever-moving
unravelling pace,
But whatever
we need most conflicts.
Someone else
needs your space.
Someone
else needs your time,
Your self,
your plans, your piece.
Draining
your energy levels down.
The ego
doing its best to stand tall,
A strutting
peacock shouting its will
In order
to satisfy its own wants
Without consideration
for scale.
It is a lonesome
selfish gene
And it
billows out and out.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 16 2020
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