Yesterday, at about 1:00
in the afternoon, I did something I had to do.
I had to stand on mountainside
of mixed timber and sunshine, in a cooling breeze faintly scented by
huckleberries.
I had to stand there and
watch a small white moth lift from the broad leaf of a thimbleberry, tumble off
through the green understory, and then dissolve in the arresting light of a
small clearing.
If not me, who?
--Mitchell Hegman
The real question is how long can there be green understory from which small white moths emerge? For how long can we preserve our planet's ecosystem?
ReplyDeleteThe moth dissolved in the light. We shall also dissolve in the light.
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