Today I read about the floods in India. 4000 people are dead and the severity is being attributed to climate change. It made me think of this poem that I heard on the radio by Kay Ryan.
The Fabric of Life
It is very stretchy.
We know that, even if
many details remain
sketchy. It is complexly
woven. That much too
has pretty well been
proven. We are loath
to continue our lessons
which consist of slaps
as sharp and dispersed
as bee stings from
a smashed nest
when any strand snaps—
hurts working far past
the locus of rupture,
attacking threads
far beyond anything
we would have said
connects.
Leah Korican
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