The anarchist within
What does the world need more of?
Which world am I talking about?
My multi-faceted personality denies the possibility of one world
At times I prefer the world of the woods
But there are afternoons when I don’t leave my bedroom
And for a moment, it becomes my world
Until I dive deep into a province on the page,
Where a character’s challenge can weigh on my heart
As much as my own world
Of internal battles of comparison.
So when I wonder about the world
I acknowledge there is no such thing as “the” world
There’s your perspective and mine,
Theirs and ours.
This divided world of
Doctors and patients,
Tax collectors and tax payers,
Teachers and students
Employed and the unemployed
Is exactly what I am digging at
It is here that I am searching for the WE.
The collective experience of what it feels like to be alive.
When I ask what the world needs more of
I’m not just wondering about the human
Man made industrial and synthetic society.
I’m considering the oceanic depth
As much as the death of our rainforests.
I’m calling on all creatures
Who roam and wander.
Yet who can speak for the unspeakable?
A tree’s world gives life to mine.
And is no less considerable than that of a bee.
So what is it we all need?
And how can we begin to balance our needs in opposition?
Our confliction for the same needs
Of comfort, safety, and regeneration.
What the world needs more of is perhaps just
Humans need no more love than the animals approaching extinction.
We’re all entinguishing ourselves if we disconnect
From the universal life source.