In the beginning there was promise.
We lived together in harmony,
took only what was needed and that was sufficient.
The Shepherd walked with his sheep,
animal spirit commingling with human spirit,
breath of the sacred between them.
We suffered when we stopped seeing
everything as part of us,
when we thought human greater,
therefore, separate and superior.
The Shepherd set down his water horn,
gave up daily treks over green hills.
He forgot his thirst for clear streams.
Forgot what the earth told his feet.
This division split our spirits,
and the animals cried for their people.
A fracture grew between nations.
At night the animals pined for us to enter their lives,
but we’d forgotten the wholeness of the world,
and for this the animals continue to weep.
Poetry Pacific 2020