I spoke to my doc and an old journo friend:
‘Under the sun, nothing is new’ said one.
‘The only constant is change,’ said the
next.
‘Only uncertainty’s certain,’ said one
and lastly, ‘There’s nothing on earth you can
do.’
But in between these two, our sun arose
and flared out a wave to our feet on the earth,
heads in the air, hands in a chirruping
stream.
