Taking Care
The wind
has blown hard all day
and pivots torn leaves
around wounded trees.
It possesses no pity
but follows a mindless
command to play out
its might.
The world is so.
Regardless
it goes its way
and blinds with both
beauty and disease,
pauses a living breath
to marvel at creation
or stops it dead
by an accident.
Faced
with such vagaries,
with suffering,
with no answers,
what is there to do
but care.
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