I'm loving learning from people 
but wouldn't dream of teaching them lessons.
Strange how they improve me yet
I wouldn't change them in any way. 
I'm not looking for the best way forward
just a way forward. Everybody needn't agree
or God forbid, all concur with me.
Although as far as ever from Utopia
progress is surely being made.

Thunderous footsteps. Giant, giant footsteps
reverberate across the horizon
recognise no borders.
I respond emotionally 
animals automatically do.
I have been busy
with this all-consuming drive
adding the final touches
to a small garden.
As king of the hill I can't be stupid, can I?
Expecting storms to arrive
I flick dust from a delicate leaf
as generations have done
unknown, unthanked, unrewarded.
Little enough survives but ever beautiful
if only a seed in the dirt.