We are a de-natured species, measuring what doesn’t matter, addicted
to our back-lit screens. You reading this, however, are still awed
by expansive sky, brilliance of moon, miracle of boulders, life forms – like moss.
Pass it on, best you can, in every way possible. All love to you.
Sun Moves
Overhead
and I measure the day
by the span of my hands
I do not understand
minutes, hours, or time
except in the movement of light
Sun shares its warmth
but I cannot keep it,
cannot truly own anything
outside my skin
I do not understand
budgets, deficits,
dollars, defense, deterrence
Sun goes down behind hills
and the night reminds me
that darkness brings stories,
that rest is right.
I do not understand
the endless, frantic dance
of lighted screens
I understand sleep
I understand dreams.
By Joseph Bruchac, of the Abenaki Nation; found on https://www.eco-poetry.org/
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.
Image: James Day, Unsplash
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