This is for you.
You standing at the mountain
and you who only read about the mountain
in a book.
This is for you, all of you.
Your leaders, your elders, your elected officials,
your men and women, your whatever you
decide you are.
This is for you.
Your children, and their children and their
children. We could go on forever like that.
Let’s do that. Let’s go on forever.
This is for you.
Your woodcutters, your people who make
the water come out of the spigots. Your
haircutters, your hair weavers. Your
people who lost all their hair
long ago.
This is for you.
Your food preparers, your internet mavens,
your long dead, still cleaning the sand
out of their sandals.
This is for you.
Your believers, your boat drivers, your
cantors, and cops, your cat lovers, your
hungry, your fat.
This is for you.
The ones who vehemently deny this
is for you, it is especially for you.
It is double for you.
It is already yours.
It is already spilling out of your pockets
your reusable grocery bags, your
untamed closets.
So clean some space off a shelf, or
better, build a whole new wall of shelves
This thing that is yours, takes up
a lot of space.
So make that space.
So choose life, when given the choice,
and assume you’re always being given
that choice, and live, and really live.
This is for you.
This is yours.
Take it.
