The globe shivers when a small bird
lands on a twig, one living part of a tree
with deep roots knotted into the soil
when a wren alights, and war
roars somewhere in the world.

There is no side to a sphere.
It has one skin. Spider webs shiver 
when rain or wind stirs the air we share. 

Mistakes, miss steps happen
but know this, time zones 
are not real though I pretend 
my comfort is not part of any war.