|Atop Haines Falls, NY|
I wonder if—as I trek around barriers
like legal systems and landfills—if I’d find time
to sit with trees, flowers, rocks or even slips
of greenery I can’t identify, for long
enough to feel my breath match theirs, to imagine
myself as important to how the whole earth turns?
And would I know to pause if seeking refuge from
virus or murder, fire, or flood—if the trek turned
into a trudge, shuffle or mad dash? Constantly
suffering, would I continue to love life—at least
enough to defy death and save the children and
try again? Try something new given half the chance?
Would I take out Mary Oliver, John Lennon,
and Marvin Gaye to pass the time and learn to sing
with wild geese, imagining what the world needs now?
Sit in the mass of weeds drinking trickling water
right here, now, joining the poorest outcasts waiting
to live before rich men make it impossible?
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