Was that a breath you just took
out of the blue
sky, and then blew it back
without a thought?

Did you cherish it
for the life it gives,
holding it, caressing it,
or just dispose of it unconsciously?

Did it fuel your anxiety,
or your compassion
for those less fortunate,
for those unable to breathe deeply?

What will you do
with the opportunity
it bestows upon you,
this ultimate gift?

The sun did not die for your sins
Although the earth might
The moon may have wandered away
But we are marooned here

In our waste
We wallow and swallow
While we engineer our plants and animals
And cause our cells to offend their neighbors

In our haste
We attempt to transcend from the natural
Which somehow is not satisfactory enough
So we gamble, oblivious to our fate

In our face
Stand the victims and their hopelessness
On the mountains of plastic and
In the valleys that flow with our caustic creations

In our place
We don’t make the bed of civilization
Instead we become creatures of consumption
Unaware that the store shelves cannot be restocked

Foreplay is more
Than just the opening act
More than the pre-game show
Or the appetizer

It is how all those things
Are enhanced by our attention
Enjoyed through our contribution
And enlivened by our participation

So plant a kiss on the breast of being
Kindly caress the calves of life
Enthusiastically massage the shoulders of humanity
And nuzzle the nape of the neck of existence

For a fulfilling end depends
On the filling
With those daily delights
That form the soul

The final climax brings release and becomes
The ultimate orgasm as the five senses,
Along with the ones unnamed and unknown
Reunite, and dissolve back into the whole