Moving

Moving

Long ago,
when we didn’t say much yet
and hadn’t yet invented God,
there was simply living,
growing and blooming,
and also shrinking, withering, and dying.
A mystical and cyclical moving
that was us,
together with all the other moving
of earth, in earth, on and with earth,
and far above.

Moving hasn’t changed.
Moving remains mystical and cyclical moving.

We only started thinking—
first, that there had to be a God far above,
then, that we had to be him ourselves,
and that the earth belonged to us,
a garden meant only for taking.
Cyclical or mystical was foolish now
and replaced by efficient and productive.

(And look how well we’re doing!
Only peace, only merry people!)

The garden groans, and still
goes on giving in abundance.

Let’s honor her by
stroking and kissing her, dancing on her
sowing and planting her, rolling on her, thanking her
for all the carrying, rocking, feeding, healing—
and reminding us that she and we,
and all the other living,
are one mystical and cyclical moving.