Weeping World

I look at the world and weep

For what was

And what will not be

For the balance that was lost

Which was rocked

Toppled

Then pushed over

Until the idea of balance

Was a story

A fairytale

A mirage

Fleetingly glimpsed

By those on the edge

Yet those are the connected

The listeners

The bare foot walkers

Who know the necessity

Of living with the earth

Of being part of the world

Not upon

But among

We are not separate

We can not live disconnected

We are embedded

Our lives entwined

Keep that in mind

In every decision

Every visceral reaction

To scarcity

Or longevity

It's real to me

Do you see?