Can you say how it will be decades from today?
Could I promise such that we will guard the trail
Against fallen trees and floods? I fear that I live
For the new trail, for the adaptation to an
Environment that does not know what sameness
Might look like, and I fear that this fear is not
Being afraid, but rather the way of living that
I love. Can you trust that I will hike and carry
The burdens, even if we do not have a map
To rely or even a compass? Can I rest in the
Sun and feel as though there is nowhere else
In green and blue that a body could better be?
Roman Ryan 