Poetry Corner: We Are Not Made to Settle
Words by Fran Carruthers
Our lives spun from flimsy threads
Like spider webs, we danced,
Chaotic with the possibility
Of a dew-soaked morning,
We climbed between rungs
Willing storms to come.
We were not made to settle.
We were not made to create
Silvery cocoons from kitchen spoons
Or retire into dusty corners,
To stare out at life
Through a box of light.
Rooted now, to fathers and mothers,
Friends and lovers,
We coil upwards,
Feeling the fresh face of the sun
Beaming light onto light
We pound our restless legs
With mundane tread, on wrinkled paths
We leave our dances undanced,
Our webs unspun,
Our days sliced apart
Under a sparkling sun.
