It is so…quiet
We are so…loud
But, we are strong.
As we walk I feel so sure of my belonging
And I think of all I’ve read,
Of all I’ve learned, and still though I belong
I feel I shouldn’t feel this way.
I’m no organic farmer; I grow no food, sustain no others, and nourish no Earth
How then do I feel this connection, this growing tether holding me?
I never want to leave.
I don’t want this to change.
But now, I go back to my heated little box, surrounded by the very things that threaten what I’ve just experienced.
And I fear that it will end.