The Big Island

Today I stepped on new earth.
Earth that rose from magma,
Mother giving birth to child,
As unlovely to look at as can
be imagined.

Yet time will pass and the child
Will change, gaining the
Rainaments of forests & grass,
While we scamper on the surface
Like small mites, barely aware
of our host.

Today I stepped on new earth,
Convicted of my parasitic nature.

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