We, The Impossible Seeds of Life

Photo by Nola Prevost

Poem published in Spire: The Maine Journal of Conservation and Sustainability, Issue 8

We, the impossible seeds of life,

We Sing tales of days past

As if it is not the present

We are hoping to serenade.

And We, the stewards of the land,

We Sail over great bodies

As if it is not our own brethren

In the shadow of the hull.

And We, the veins of the planet,

We Make light of our feats

As if we are not someone else's future,

As if our ancestors are not proud.

And We, the heartbeat of the solar system,

We Praise an endless sky

For its impossibly absent borders,

As if we ourselves are not just as vast.

And We, The cells of the Milky Way,

We Bask in the light of the sun

As if it is not our own light

Shining back at us.