For Greta

“But you, too young to say
impossible,
You make it possible again and again…”
~~lyrics from the song Rise Up by Roy Zimmerman, after the Parkland shootings

Only the old believe in death
fooled by their changing bodies,
unchanging minds
stiffened
struggling to hold back time.
Looking back so much

eyes lose sight
of what is ahead.

I am old now
but live

with wonder at my place in:
the circular centers of flowers,
sacred geometry of shells,
endless Fibonacci forms
full roundness
of the moving earth
rolling and
returning
rolling and returning.

I stand
aged
on the edge
of uncertainty,
discovery,
arms open
mind open
to every
possibility.

They Make Fun of Tree Huggers

Even if you aren’t a believer
your feet have faith
in the earth
your lungs are believers
in the air
your thirst trusts
in the water.
We are held,
nourished
with no effort of our own.
What other love gives so freely?
This is holiness
being crucified
by those who
once again
know not
what they do.