Perhaps It Is for the Best
We, the people.
While out, I pass
people wearing sunglasses, forcing their tired bodies up a hill
people doing the right thing, drinking oat lattes, unintentionally disrupting nature’s equilibrium
people turning away, to avoid the guilt of passing on the ‘Rona, unaware that a smile would do the same
people applying sunblock, talking through a screen, distancing, rejecting the cycle of death and rebirth
people sicker, paler, weaker
people no longer burdened by questioning, led as lemmings.
Perhaps it is for the best. Supporting healing no longer relevant. Instead, influencers, the industrial-military complex, big food, pharma, Amazon.
Perhaps it is for the best. Earth will throw us off soon enough.
And then: bird-song, the chirping of cicadas, the buzzing of bees.
Perhaps it is for the best. We the people, for our survival, having to acknowledge the Earth.
