Familiarity

Familiarity clings

Breath

forms droplets in the ether

Specks of dust

skin

hair

dirt

grimy flakes of human indulgence

encapsulated in a bubble

of nature’s making

 

Beyond control

too powerful

chaotic

And

a worried mind

may choose to compartmentalize

these wild elements

 

Weather inconsequential

but meaningful

when it suits us

or

justification

for our petty self-obsessions

 

Our world is small

and full

of mindless indignations

Injustice an imposing theme

no wonder

when the rain pours

it pours on us

and drenches us in life

that we refuse to know

 

It reminds us

of our lack of agency

And if we lay the blame on rain

it absolves us of responsibility

Just as

our pores absorb the nutrients we need

the minerals our skin

sucks in

and rehydrates us with its drips

 

This

nectar

of our earth sustaining life

facilitating human strife

and powering our self-destructive minds

becoming what is now called human kind

what kind of kind is this?

we’re all half-blind

 

And yet

we see enough to point and shame

we take what we can get

and still we blame

whomever or whatever plays the game

 

You’re not exempt