What do you think of us?

My gaze uplifted, skyward bound, eyes listening for visual sound
echoing answer to question, soul searching for mention
of humanity’s judgment passed down
from the wayfarers of
gravity.


 

Creatures of the sky, what do you think of us? 

Are we gentle enough towards you? Mindful of your needs?

Do we honour your homes and respect your unknown nature?

Do we do right by you?


 

I see our rangi’s predicament today and
fear the worst for you.


 

Though my mind is locked, set in stone what can and cannot
be understood outside of my mortality as a human, no new acumen is needed to comprehend that what we intend for betterment is so often what breathes into your imminent destruction, fanning flames to give warmth not realising the earth underneath grows gaunt with the ashen mess of our pollution; the fibres of your trees becoming taunt because of our affinity towards solution,

but solution for who?
 

solution for who?

 

Who knows, maybe I am wrong in my inclination towards fault, maybe your thoughts towards humankind are not so saltily wrought, maybe your cares are focused more on kai; each meal hard-fought, hard-bought, each catch caught a day more to live.

 

I wonder what you speak, when your calls travel on the winds.

Our languages never cross over with your beautiful songs;

maybe they are the mention of our judgement.


 

You speak and we speak, though we know each not as one. 

You understand and we understand, both remaining separate like outstretched roads

never frequenting each other; subject to a course already written.

Though your calls will likely remain too far removed for my humanity to ever discern,

still I ponder and still I wonder, 

what do you think of us?

 


 

...

 

My gaze downcast in ocean light, ears looking for audible sight
echoing answer to question, soul searching for mention
of humanity’s judgment pulled up
from the aeronauts of
weightlessness.


 

Creatures of the depths, what do you think of us? 

Are we gentle enough towards you? Mindful of your needs?

Do we honour your homes and respect your unknown nature?

Do we do right by you?


 

I see our moana’s predicament today and
fear the worst for you.
 

 

You are so much more angelic than we could ever be, dance likely invented by observing the sea and seeing your movements so effortless and divine, inspiring thousands of generations to collectively perfect over time, the art of being weightless while still carrying weight; every day I'm in awe of your majesty and grace then I look out and see how our ever-increasing waste is suffocating your kind and it kills me.

 

Our preference for convenience is enshrined in every death, our insignia the plastic wrapped around your creatures' necks until no more they can breathe, see or hear; trapped in our nooses but waiting years to pass into peace again. That's why I'm trying, learning by lying my lenience towards lethargy down, no more leeway to get away with thinking what we do doesn't count; it does. 

 

I hear the songs of your whales and the laughter of your dolphins, and I can't help but wonder,

what do you think of us?

 


 

...

 

My gaze settling in the middle-ground, land bound, eyes listening for visual sound
echoing answer to question, soul searching once more for mention
of humanity’s judgment brought forth
from the guardians of
connection.

 

Creatures of the land, what do you think of us? 

Are we gentle enough towards you? Mindful of your needs?

Do we honour your homes and respect your unknown nature?

Do we do right by you?


 

I see our whenua’s predicament today and
fear the worst for you.

 

We share this space together as one, human and creature totalling the sum of our whenua's inhabitants, habit is what seems to always keep us in our wastefulness, haste pulling this mind, these minds towards your poison, yet you always remaining poised in a position of humility, oh what did we do to deserve such forbearance.

 

 


...

 

Expending breath, thought now words spent, I hope and dare to bet on a better tomorrow;
informed by the notion of nature's perspective,


what do you think of us?