by Katie Farrell, she/her
We are human in our doom.
It is our mortality that brings
us together, makes us whole,
allows the tiniest moments to
blossom like lilies in a snowstorm. Who
would we be if immortal? Physically,
I ask you, if we wandered the earth and her
wonders for thousands of years,
surely her beauty would wither?
Surely, if we were guaranteed forever
we would not weep for the soil
as it dries and festers in a drought?
Would we marvel at the trees,
The fields peppered
with peonies? Yes, we honour the infinity
of nature because although its existence
will never dwindle, we will. We will perish,
but is that not the most sublime thing
of all? We swing from the second hand
on the clock knowing one day it
will snap.
