can we overcome
paralysis in the face of cruelty?
consumption in the face of degradation?
extreme loneliness in the face of facebook?
it is us and only us.
we are the ones who must begin
reconnecting with the mother of us all,
gazing further than we ever imagined space for,
breathing in the great infinity of the wild,
the impending expiration of our lives.
touch the sacred
and see if your soul
wants to turn back.
wants to try to digitize a mountain,
upload a desert,
for all your friends to see.
humanity, can we remember
how it felt to come crying from our mothers bodies?
reaching up toward a blanketing sky?
caring hands bathing bodies
like rocks in a stream--
deep and calm
motion by motion.
is rebirth in the vocabulary
of a people
we can google
and have painted for us?
through the funny feeling
that something just ain't right
where is the box
for our limited-word
for our last shot at
for our data to add to the pool
where everyone's floating
but there's no room to swim?