Poetry

A Permaculturalist’s Prayer (after Henry David Thoreau)

We planted trees
for food, forced now

to accept
the essential facts
of life—

we did this
together, to live
not die

but we couldn’t say
it was better,
though it was
necessary

from which we hoped
the good
would come

we didn’t wish
to practice
resignation

we’re ready
for the meanness

and what’s often
sublime.

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