"I Don't Care That My Lawnmower Pollutes," says Young Mother Of Two

That's right. Why care about the pollution from cutting a HUGE lawn? She's "not an "environmentalist"' - so why should she care?! I should have asked what that all means. But I was a little stunned by her apathy, and the disconnection between human activity and pollution. And the disconnect between us and "the environment" - the air, water, land...we are part of them and need them all. More importantly though, she lacked any sense of responsibility for how she lives, others live or, ultimately, how civilized man [sic indeed] lives. I did reply that I would think she would care since she has 2 young boys to think of.

The dis-c o n n e c t
is a jolt to the head
or more to the heart
zzzzzzz

Will a jolt 

make people wake up?

Haven't all the reports

on climate change

and habitat loss

and no clean water

no edible fish...
ad nauseum
made an 'impact'

When is it enough to stop

and think

to stop

hurting others

and our-selves

in-sanity 

is destroying

the habitat

you live in

does that include

deluding our-selves

into thinking 

or non-thinking?

[that we have no impact

both on our surroundings

and to change our impact]

time is running out

so it's time to start running

toward solutions

toward change

toward caring

and self-sacrifice

Why do a few privileged

get to use up all the resources

and live in luxury

and self-indulgence

while most can't even get a glass 

of water?

stage 1: denial

stage 2: entitlement

stage 3: justification

stage 4:

The Soil Is A-Live: Pooping And Having Babies

Walking on "my" land

The leaves moving

Rustle Rustle, Russell?

What/who is it?

I get scared

I run

I hide

I come back

I must get the torch

I want to see

What I hear

What is it?

I see the fiddle heads popping up

I hear the leaves move

Is there an animal playing in them?

Is something fighting?

I sneak up

I peek

I hear the peepers far away

Clothing the night in bliss

The leaves move

I get a glimpse

A huge worm has made a tunnel

And now is….

Pulling the leaves

Down into the hole

Chewing Eating Pooping

A great resource

But I walk by the neighbour’s

Silence

Silent Dead Lawn

The Silent Sound Of Death

But “our” land

Is A-live

Full of worms

And poop

Perhaps no queefs

Or farts

But just poop

That will feed the plants

Popping out of the soil

The new plants spring forth

In the spring

Full of life, as is their womb.

The land is not mine

It is ours

Two hand-fulls of soil

Have over 6000000000 life forms in it

We share this precious place

So I feed them

I provide a home

And they provide a home for me

And they provide life

The soil sequesters the carbon that "we" make

But we need to stop making

And, rather, make more a home

A living hone

For the worms and other organisms

That partner with us

To make a home for us all.