.
There is movement in the sky,
out past the grey curtain of this morning.
There’s a whole world of people out there,
living
past the limits of our vision.
The thing you hold in your hand
doesn’t connect you, anymore.
Maybe we thought it did
one time,
but it’s been shown to do
more damage than anything.
.
Clouds break,
and out to the West
a light blue sky emerges.
Soon,
the sun will come
and remind us
that there is still a world
full of life out here.
Will we get up,
put on our boots
and head out
to seek adventure,
or are we more inclined
to tie back in
to the metaverse?
.
Birds sing
and a warm breeze blows.
Soon the snow will be gone
and we will move on,
I hope,
to the next phase of our lives,
where we live,
and thrive
and grow.
.
Garden,
hunt,
and build community.
Dream,
create,
and love,
to try to make the world
a little better than we found it.
.
We’ll open our eyes
to the fading light of day
and watch the stars come out
one by one,
and the sky
will wear its brightest aurora.
We don’t need
to be tied in
to the whole world
in any other way
than this.
The Universe
will suffice.
.
.
HG – 2022
