Don’t believe the stories that say
at the end of all things
with the sky falling
we’ll dive into ever worse warring.
We are well equipped to live liminally,
for every resting place along our way
to become a celebration when we meet.
We can be strangers without a word between us
and still communicate deeply.
We, the wandering species,
are as gritty as they say,
but our grit is for adapting.
We form communities
like birds build nests.
Put us in a wilderness
and we are all camaraderie.
You’ll learn this on any holy way,
from climbing out of any cold sea.
Come in, strangers will say,
sit by the fire pit, have a steak.
Tell us, what have you seen?
No matter the odds,
we possess every impulse
necessary for peace.