Gaia, I apologize!
I cannot explain why little boys bully and burn ants with lenses,
but are always perfect gentlemen to ladybugs.
I cannot explain why alcohol in a man is like wind in a tree.
And I cannot explain further why for some it is like the wind in their sails
…and without it they are lost at sea.
In this world where regardless of our addictions and our brutality,
it is universally difficult to succeed.
Have faith in the fact that the ideas and actions of all,
executed or not, are as vast as the cosmos.
And without You, I would not be.
From being cradled in Pangaea long ago,
until it split at the seams.
I notice this now as I interact less with people
and more with machines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.