And that is just the point…
how the world, moist and beautiful,
calls to each of us to make a new and serious response.
That’s the big question,
the one the world throws at you every morning.
“Here you are, alive.
Would you like to make a comment?”
It is impossible to stay a silent observer of the world when you awake still alive.
It demands a response.
I would like to make a comment.
It isn’t only nature pulling what was once lush and young into the ground:
daily we witness flying leaves and dropping temperatures, brisk winds and chill rains.
Human kind also is skilled at killing and dying too young.
There can be no complacency in observing such violence in progress.
It blusters, rips, drenches, encompasses, buries.
Nothing remains as it was.
And here I am, alive.
Struck and wrung.
Called to comment.
Dying to respond.
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