It is 60 percent of everything.
Living that is.
Each molecule needs it, breathes it,
dies
without it.
What comes easily is taken
for granted.
The sun rising,
the moon setting,
the earth spinning.
My clothes are clean.
This machine turns
and scrubs and toils
so I don’t have to.
Not so for the native lady
who walks from town to river
and spends her day not reading.
What comes easily is taken for granted.
My hands are washed
by a spigot that is never
dry.
This energy grinds on
and the cooking and cleaning
and eating and bathing
take up no time at all.
What comes easily
is taken for granted.
What we take for granted
Can be lost.
It is finite and precious
and life itself.
Walk against the tide
my son and it pushes you
back to where you started from.
6/2017
