Drive, swim, fly
through the prairie, ocean, stars.
Look up, look out at the sky,
the endless horizon.
But also feel without seeing
with toes, fingers,
every surface of your skin.
Feel the wind, the tide, the sun.
Forgive us for our transgressions,
our meaningless transmissions.
All of our devices
could be swallowed in a second.
We worship monuments
to our own insignificance
but must resist throwing ourselves
into the sea to prove we are not to blame.
These names we give ourselves
will surely fade away,
but we must whisper, shout,
& sing them to the birds that will survive.