How much land can you really tend to?
Wet coffee grinds the muck of morning thoughts like compost
How much mending does mother earth really need?
Trees crowding together, rocks that don't want to move
How much of the air is really fresh?
Wind down the hill into a valley, trees applauding
How much of the water is really pure?
Creek river highway you can see through, not by accident
How much of the animosity caused can be cured by nature?
In the backyard there's half a moon and sometimes a sun between cloud drifts
How much of the wildlife have you really preserved?
Waiting to break the yoke i listen to two blue birds say to each other:
How to be true to ourselves in this time? And at what cost?
How much has the bird already lived through?