Caretaker

We circle each other asking
with our eyes or posturing;
our language is different
“what’s going on?”

Day in day out
we saunter about
observing in fear, in caution
“where are we?”

We pretend to take charge
we must dominate
over all that surrounds;
curious “why and for what?”

My eyes are open wide
not understanding;
I accept with appreciation
this moment, the Now

The callousness of death
is beyond comprehension;
most is with anguish and cruel
“but why?” Writ of history
speaks of us being
primal and limited
yet we're gifted with choice

“Our purpose?”
perpetuate the mundane
nurturing this gift of life;
caring as a caretaker for
what is of this Earth