the world as we know it will change
infrastructure, buildings, bridges, and highways will collapse
folding themselves on one another until they disappear.
No more high-rises, skyscrapers, or the tallest tower of the world award
no more cars, buses, or trains, airways or railroads
people will once again travel on foot
let the dirt marks on our heels tell stories about the places we’ve been to.
We will build our own tents
from branches, and leaves,
light a fire outside
and call it ‘home sweet home’.
No more shopping malls or FedEx delivery for e-commerce
when we desire to burn money on another designers’ handbag,
we’ll instead go to the riverbank
collect funny looking rocks that were shattered from a lost star exploding millions of years ago
we’ll treasure the beauty we find in nature
containing their own spirits,
and not mass-produced in factories.
There will be no more supermarket
Costco, Walmart, Whole Foods Market become ancient history
we find whole foods in our backyard
next to our tent, on our acres of land
birds from far away land send us the seeds
which grow into vegetables, herbs, and fruits under our care
we won’t have tomatoes or asparagus all year round
now that we learn that everything comes with the season,
and so does food.
We will no longer eat chicken that comes from the foam tray wrapped in plastic
we catch them in the yard and kill them with our bare hand
‘Thanks for giving your life to us’, we pray, ‘May we be blessed with healthy eggs,
that hatch into chickens, that lay the eggs”.
Once in a full moon,
with arrows and bows, the men set on the way
jump on their horses and head to the forest
hope that they will come home with rabbits, birds, and hogs,
to feed the village a feast, and preserve some before the winter comes
the women will stay home, tend for the homes, the crops, the dogs
and other family’s kids that they treat like their own
they tell folk stories, drum, and sing, and dance
next to the fire, with their shadow on their land.
In the world of ‘today’, aren’t we all rotting inside
craving for the something we miss, but what exactly is it?
the fresh air, the grounded earth, the space to run and to be free
to call the nature our own
before us too, one day, will collapse
folding ourselves on one another until