Monday, 4 August 2025

No Creatures Were Harmed in the Making of This Poem

We’re watching a tangled knot of lemurs

having a play fight high up on a branch,

when suddenly one falls down and goes scampering


through the undergrowth. A little boy, holding his dad’s hand,

lets out the loudest whoop of laughter I’ve ever heard.

The lemurs seemed happy enough too.


And here we all are, in this moment, under

the same beaming sun. Nothing can take away

the goodness in this world. Nothing.


Joshua Seigal


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