Too Many

It is still raining outside, and I was motivated by reading a blog that talked about rights extending to more than just humans.  In the ether, I began writing this poem with out the expectation that it would be able the deep feelings that I feel towards respecting the living and breath of all life.  People think I am a nut and they call me an environmentalist.  Really though, I just feel empathetic to more than just humanity.

Here is the poem I wrote:


Too Many

There are too many,
brilliant feet,
marching onward in the time of business and stretches
Together they break the the earth, harshly into the ground
in loud forward marches, pulling things crisp and vibrant
into the stale air I breath.

my naked hands grab the larger pieces of the ground and foliage
I feel the broken and crumbling edges of life
two paces and five feet behind the crowd, and the daily bustle pains in a screech
pains the soul of my ears

I am alone and watching everyone, move ahead of nature
knowing that we are too close to the ground to take care of it

sensitively, I hold it as it slips through my fingers and I take it all home
to put back together and letting it live

unfortunately, I only have an apartment...and the space inside me
inside and out is limited.