Despite our footsteps

We tend to step heavy
in the forest
and lightly in the streets;
in the cities we are but one
of millions
and the impact of our footsteps
and our presence
can be
and often is
quickly wiped away.

But in the forests we can make
the greatest impact
in life
though despite our footsteps ultimately the forests
shall endure until the seas boil
while humanity
and its cities
will not.

At some point we must all come to grips
with the fact that we
are nothing special.
We are little more than
the slightly mutated product
of a timeless pattern,
of a timeless mould,
to which our ancestors
have made
consistent and minute
adjustments.

Life
is not something which we can find
in the cities.
The vast majority of Earth’s creatures
live in the wilds,
in forests and
deserts
and near lakes and meadows
and rivers and plains
and streams;
And even what we term life —
and even when we call someone lively —
what is meant is little more than that
they act like animals.
Those whom we call lively are little more
than animals,
and life in the cities
will never be more
than the spectre of Life to be found
in the world.

Why do we run towards
this smallest part
of the Earth’s surface?

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About allisunknown

26 year-old student, tutor, and writer. Write for http://www.spectrumculture.com. Also nascent pedestrian advocate. Twitter handles: twitter.com/joeclinkenbeard twitter.com/PedInPDX
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