Seeing the world
through broken fence boards,
getting only
pieces of the picture.
Trying to build structure
in this world
through imagination
and conjecture.
Feeling the touch
of mountain air
through layers
of synthetic fabrics.
Might have been there,
but experienced
none of the true benefits.
Cut off,
insulated
from our lives.
Feeling out our own
perceptions
for the first time.
What is it to live,
not merely survive?
Why do we
always seek
to find the ties that bind?
Segmented,
separated,
compartmentalized.
So close to the truth,
but we believe a lie.
one and one
make two,
or three, or more.
We are creatures who multiply.
Builders of society,
and family,
and truths we now deny.
It is
as if
we are woven into
the universe.
Were we made for it,
or it for us?
There are no facts
to be certain of.
We have done so much
with such narrow
incomplete views.
Open to this experience
and become something new.
You and I
have not yet begun
to see
what kind of world we’re on.
DJR – 2023
