One hundred years from now
will we cry out at the ignorance of now?
plastic languishing in our bodies, our rivers, our sea.
the lingering melodies of mystics and creatives
who begged us to see.
some immigrated to new celestial stars,
trying to capture what we already had.

Will we be celebrating a new birth,
acceptance of all sentient beings
as equals, each playing their part
contributing to the whole?
mycelium’s web binding us together,
science and nature cleansing contamination
when hearts and minds can embrace the whole.