the blink of an eye

The indifferent stars glitter overhead

as generations of men are born and die.

The rocks in my garden

collected over a lifetime

will outlive me

for certain.
The scattered bones
reminding me
that as I am
they once were
and as they are
I will be.

Crystals

bought and paid for

grown in the earth

over aeons

mined

cut

and sold for profit

decorate my home

with its walls of paper and dust.

When all this is gone

all memory of me forgotten

they will remain.

What can we do

in the short span of our lives?

The blink of an eye

less than a blink

in the lifetime of the universe

of this solar system

of this planet.

Our currency

which we work and die for

is little more than numbers on a screen

zeroes and ones

stored in servers

imagined and agreed upon

buying and selling pieces of this planet

thinking we own them

when they will outlive us

and all our descendents.