The Hundredth Monkey

The urgency of this moment hits me 

Keeping me on the edge of my seat – literally 

As I type in words to possibly explain 

The living typhoon that is my inner life 

If things were ever a simple rainbow 

They certainly aren’t linear anymore 

My identity is threatened constantly 

By the racism and terror attacks elsewhere 

My identity is threatened by climate trauma 

As I gasp a breath full of cement dust 

The cold eyes of a white man 

Point the gun at me in my dreams 

Grieving my miscarriage is political 

Permission for women everywhere 

With every hundredth monkey 

Sweating under a burkha, and numb 

To memories of my circumcision 

Caressing the earth in a Warli village 

Wondering how long it’ll last 

Looking into the wise eyes of a cat 

To see the innate wisdom of nature 

The islands of plastic in the Pacific Ocean 

Floating over broken hearts 

Human stamina for connection 

Lower than ever before 

Hiding behind zoom screens 

Audio and video turned off 

Not being seen does not excuse unseeing 

The destruction of our lives and loves 

Times may be scarier than ever before 

And that just means that I need 

To raise my voice loud and clear 

My identity is entangled in the lives 

Of fellow mycelium and rivers and humans 

When I stay silent, the bank is eroded 

A little more each time 

Maybe my voice reaches my cat 

Maybe my partner, my neighbour, my mayor 

Each iteration of identity counts 

It makes me braver to see you being brave 

It makes them braver to see me brave 

It is a circle we are all joined together in 

To say that life matters, earth matters 

We are not robots and I will not relent 

To the automation and numbing of my senses 

If a “no” alienates then so be it 

My cause is greater than I 

We are nature and we are nurture 

We’re the future of precarious Gaia 

How then can I not sit at the edge of my seat? 

And scream my voice hoarse 

Ever growing my stamina to say 

We are alive today and we matter 

My identity is yours is theirs 

Take a step, make a change 

It may not be easy but I promise you 

You are not alone 

We are the thriving mycelium of life 

And we shall learn to thrive 

After all you never know 

You may be the hundredth monkey.

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