The ground crunches underfoot
rough
bumpy
unstable
covered in debris yet open
I can see forever...the forest without the trees
It will regrow
It is OK
Yet... some Labrador tea
I stoop to gently pick it,
happy that the land still has something to share
yet sad
I think:
The name for it here, in this territory
It is the tea that grows on the ground that floats...
the ground is not floating anymore.
I know the trees will return
Will the water?
The years are getting dryer
The snowfall less
Where is the ground that saves the water?
Do we actually know what is sustainable?
Will we stop when we reach the limit?
Do we have the patience to wait for re-growth?
How many people touch the land,
listen to it?
What we know in our minds is different than what we know in our hearts and bodies.
If we do not get out to see and feel the changes, we cannot ever hope to understand
what it means to be interdependent.
rough
bumpy
unstable
covered in debris yet open
I can see forever...the forest without the trees
It will regrow
It is OK
Yet... some Labrador tea
I stoop to gently pick it,
happy that the land still has something to share
yet sad
I think:
The name for it here, in this territory
It is the tea that grows on the ground that floats...
the ground is not floating anymore.
I know the trees will return
Will the water?
The years are getting dryer
The snowfall less
Where is the ground that saves the water?
Do we actually know what is sustainable?
Will we stop when we reach the limit?
Do we have the patience to wait for re-growth?
How many people touch the land,
listen to it?
What we know in our minds is different than what we know in our hearts and bodies.
If we do not get out to see and feel the changes, we cannot ever hope to understand
what it means to be interdependent.