In the dust of history
nothing of our petty
ways and politics matters,
nor does our greed and
ephemeral accumulations that also
turn to dust in the
stretches of time that
turn all things to their parts.
What matters are the tender and
gentle things that we are building,
hidden in connection and love,
that stretch across time and
create a world for all those
yet to come that is worth
being in and sustains happiness.