Nose Pressed to the Glass
Nov 9 2021
At home in the world.
Except we all feel like aliens
some of the time,
as if stranded
on an unfamiliar planet
bewildered and ungrounded.
Nor was earth
always as hospitable as this
through its 5 billion years,
and there's no taking for granted
we'll continue to have a place here.
Tornadoes flatten
earthquakes happen
drought scorches the land,
fires ravage
rivers rise
oceans die of warmth;
fetid water
lapping the shore
under low grey skies.
People avert their eyes
retreat into tribes
wage war over scarcity.
Betray each other,
even those they love.
So not at home, but peering in
nose pressed to the glass.
Perhaps a wanderer asking for refuge
a seeker to understand.
Perhaps vilified and ostracized
and banished by force.
Or perhaps simply ignored,
ghosting through the world
unseen and unheard.
At home in a world
you must make for yourself.
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