Hole in the Wall, Port Alberni, B.C.
photo by Ronald Mani, B.C. Magazine
The stone in your hand, warm from the sun,
is alive, having traveled such a long journey
to fit into your palm.
Everything under the sun
is as happy to be alive as we,
dolphins, leaping with joy in the silver sea,
whose squeals turn to pain and terror
when the death boats come hunting,
and the seas turn red.
Trees talk to each other, hold rooted hands
under the soil, all across the forest floor.
They whisper to those of us Two-Leggeds
The mighty beings quake
at the screech of the saws,
roots parting reluctantly from the soil
as their majestic bodies topple.
Everything in the world is alive,
Water, too, is alive,
its molecular structure changing
in response to the love,
hatred, peace or discord
we beam at it.
If a drop of water changes structure
from dark to light,
in response to love,
should not the dark hearts of men
respond in kind?
The wild creatures feel all that we feel,
joy at being alive,
building their nests,
raising their young, but they also
feel fear and pain, the struggle to survive,
grief when they lose their kin,
gratitude when, tummies full, night falling,
they have survived another day.
That rock in your hand, warm from the sun,
having made its long journey
to this resting place:
place it back on earth, in testimony
to all that passes, all that will remain.
From 2018, shared with the Tuesday Open Link at Real Toads.