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oh Uruguay
I don’t know if we’re
at the beginning of the end
but still I want to
learn…
let me start by bowing
to your humility, to
your satisfied gaze
across oceans which you have not ruined
over continents you
aren’t trying to conquer
you calmly offer me
yerba mate so I may sip your same elixir
sharing without fear
that I might contaminate you with my diseases...
yes, I'm ill, sick
with fright that my people will kill the world,
stressed into a knot
that I am powerless to stop the apocalypse
that all it takes for
evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing...
yet convinced that I,
we, need to do-not-doing:
imagine the world
revolution if all our politicians, bankers, activists, teachers, welders, trash
collectors and soldiers were able to sit and meditate on the air that enters
and exits their permeable, impermanent bodies
if we could all just
gift ourselves a month to be at peace on the Uruguayan coast.
