Some people stand when a beautiful someone walks into the room
But I stand in silent reverence whenever a river catches my eye
Wisdom is supposed to be derived from the collective memory of a community
But within our memories, Insta waterfalls have become more visible than their siblings irl
Peaks are collected
And those are the ones we consider “outdoors people”
Everyone else, well, we don’t have to care or like our landscapes
We’ll settle for a few weekend escapes to a B&B and stay in our officefacilitybuildinghomecenterthankyouverymuch
We do not bow or dip our heads in awe
That movement has been driven to the oil wells
A species yelling at each other behind firewalls, stoking fires that will burn down our walls, but not the borders we’ve drawn between ourselves
I will not write about how we’ve harmed or sickened the planet
Because frankly, you already know
You may ignore it
Or listen only to human voices, squawking about building walls or not building walls behind the walls of human dwellings
So don’t listen to me
Don’t listen to our community
Listen to the soil in a crowded park with a sour taste in its mouth
Listen to the iridescent stem of a seedling, mustering the strength to pronounce, “watch me grow! monoculture must vanquishhhhh!"
If you listen you will hear the ants
The coast line flexing
The stars cooing the name of their Creator
the butterfly asking to be fed
and impervious surfaces, in muffled tones, saying who knows what
I know you can do it
You just looked at “your” dog and had an entire silent conversation about how weird this sounds via side eye
You think Spot has a personality
So why not that lily pond right next door?
… Why are you still reading?
Can’t you listen?
It’s time for you to go hear what others have to say.
It may be hard to hear, so take your dog. She wants to go outside anyway.