What is a life
but the experiences
and memories,
the fragments pieced
together as the sentient being.
What is a life
but the place
we fill within
the world we see
and the universe unseen.
“We speak of nature, of the natural world, as if that were something distinct from ourselves and the social world we appear to have made, seldom noticing that we are in nature and never out of it…” – John Haines, “Fables and Distances”
