Out of a world perfect for people
a dream incarnate,
with clear running streams
forever forests, fertile fields,
and fresh, fresh water,
We made a world of ease that is
so hard to live in.
Full of fractured connections
brutal wars, gathered greed
and endless, careless excess.
Since we made it, can we unmake it?
Or is it our nature to transform
whatever we can get our exquisite hands on
into the Unnatural, Disposable, or Inhospitable?
What else can we do with these
five fingers of magic
and this big beautiful brain?
Make anything, and then make it again
only better.
Over and over and over.
Smells like God spirit’s shadow
watching us discover
there are only so many ways to move ahead
until you are behind the beginning
watching the end over your shoulder
as it sneaks up behind you.
