And where have we been that we no longer bend to touch the ground with our bare hands and give thanks?
Our backs against tree trunks,
eyes against the green,
knowing this is enough.
When was it decided that all is against us?
Our backs against nothing, braced for the blows of our brethren,
eyes against screens,
wondering when will it all be enough?
That was a decision firmly made amongst other choices. But the choice is still and always will be there.