This is not a snow globe
this is me seeking refuge
slipping mentally inside,
beautiful crystal orb.
This is not a snow globe
but a world disrupted.
Lies pummeling us everywhere
beliefs shaken, in disarray.
Wellbeing, within our grasp.
Shake loose the tyranny.
Set it down firmly
and stop the madness.
This is a snow globe.
Sentries within trust us.
When their world is shaken
they know we will reset the calm.

Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today we are asked to write an object poem and begin with the words “This is not a ….” We are asked not to simply describe the object, but to relate to it. How does its existence affect me….what does it mean to me….how do I relate to it at this moment. Photo is the snow globe on our coffee table … a Christmas decoration I’ve had for many years. I love to tip it and see the beautiful shimmering “snow” swirl inside.