The Gravity of Caring - June 11, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jun 11, 2025
1 min read

I have a history

of flying above it all

not dirtying hands or feet

clean set of strong wide wings

an albatross of indifference

landing only on empty islands

with my own kind, birds that

wave and mind their own business

luckily, the days of long flights

are over when shortly after

takeoff the gravity of caring

lands me back in the wet dirt

so many pigs to meet and play

with, grunt in life’s thick mud

and thinner souls too, some stuck

struggling to stand

needing only a push

from a helpful nose

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