PIVOT - Poem

 

PIVOT

 

My mother used to remind me

That the world didn’t revolve around me

But she was wrong

 

I am the center of my world

Everything revolves around the fulcrum

I am the pivot point

 

Each of us is

The center of our worlds

It could not be otherwise

 

But that means that there

Are eight billion fulcrums

To consider

 

The rain that is falling on me today

Is falling on everyone else

Including you

 

That is what she meant

That, and, the weather will be better,

Tomorrow.

 

 

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