They are not sustainable.
These lives we have created,
Tragedies, injustice, the weight of the world at our fingertips.
They are not sustainable.
The lives we have curated,
Best face forward, true feelings filtered and softened.
How fortunate then are we to be able to turn to Creation,
She who sustains herself.
Her trees and lakes, rivers and rocks,
Always changing, yet remaining the same.
Renewed by the very cycle of the seasons,
Reclaiming that which is her own.
Inspiring, giving, and sustaining us so that we
Might sustain these lives yet another day.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 1, 2023