Sonnet #109

Sometimes in the woods, while walking, I picture

Life the way it was a few days back, just a few

When naked, born into the woods, one with nature

Our weak hands, weak legs, we had to make do

No schools and grocery stores, no job but fill

Whatever doesn't make us sick, we eat

Whatever we can reach and snatch we kill

And everything feels the same to us, all meat

All trees and spiny thorns out there, all struggle

in the dark to live, imagine what it took to build

a single piece of land into an orchard, learn to juggle

all the different seasons so we never starve, our guilds

preserving all we know so others will not suffer

We are specialized creatures, now, communities that buffer