This is What Happens

It is so…quiet




We are so…loud


…far away


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.