Capgemini revised

If given the chance to ask
I wonder what the earth would call us?
Silly animals or intelligent beings?
We will never truly know
but given a guess, I guess
it depends on the day.

When I remember my youth I am tempted
into saying silly
but know
sometimes I knew then
what my mind has forgotten now
but still my bones hold onto.

Your bones hold parts of the stars
you are as much a part of the earth
as you are silly animal walking upon it
as you are intelligent being flying over oceans and land

Remember, how sometimes
we tried to jump so far forward we fell back
put so much food on the table that the world starved
for the full few
sometimes
I think I am the full few
other times
I am starving for more than my plate can carry
to a leaning table’s edge
everything
is so temporary
but watch
how we can digitize impact into permanence
how we can look back and say,
remember when?

Remember rolling on hills
and coming home because the sun told you it was time
your belly couldn’t agree more
then,
food fed you full
till you grew up and found yourself always starving
now,
the sun sets but we keep our lights on
the sun rises and on good days our eyes open with the hope
that there is still so much left for us to do.

One day
we will all sink into the earth we rose from
she will digest our bodies tenderly
not waste energy deciphering which cells committed which sins
she will forgive us for everything
she will only hope we spent enough time breathing her air
rolling amongst her wild flowers
picking parts of her
and bringing her home
she will hope we sparked fires inside us
that we kept ourselves warm in all of our cold seasons
that we did our best beyond reason.

Note
that we are here because our ancestors
survived every point in history
they took tragedy
said they could do better and sometimes they did
we
are handed tragedy
asked to do better and we must
if given a chance to choose
between progress and profit
we choose progress and profit
the earth
makes another lap around the sun
and we are given 365 days to evolve
every sunset is urgent
every sunrise is alarm
and we cannot afford to hit snooze.

 
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