Just a tick or two north of this or that.
We’re not letting the world across our mat.
Best to sweep a bit past our garden gates.
Pinch the dirt out from under potentates.
Small acts ease the load of clean, snatch & jerk.
Staying match fit for the coming end’s work.
We’ve chosen low before…& it backfired.
We’d choose high; but even the sky is mired.
We could stay still: maintaining the bubble.
Though life hemmed that thin…double the trouble.

