Is there one who cradles the world?
One palm in the deepest layer of the ocean’s deepest bed,
the other cupped around sun’s radiance?
Is there not a holder, her belly’s soft fur sheltering?
Are we, really, without help?
64 x 74 inches
Acrylic on canvas
Jenny Hager @hager8645
Here We Are
Excerpt from Natania Rosenfeld's ongoing Pandemic poem, "Here We Are"
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