Low tide, flat water, sultry sun,
How I wish I could adore
Human beings, as I do the Earth
In her millimeter’s measures
The grasp of days on wings of transparency
The dauntless leaping of the
Holy day to sunshine’s earlobes
Neat night, tucked ocean, blinding ray
Of morning upon my cheeks
How I wish I could find the truth
Of our species, in these yellow afternoons
Arormed with bronze, against our folly
But the love given to us by the Earth
It’s not an end, it’s just a beginning
Silence wraps silence, and answers
Run mute to a future that is divergent.
Wuji Seshat 