My Story is This: A Poem
I was given a project, a particular quest
To choose, discover, and define an interest,
To which my time I’d invest.
My Story is this:
I joined an environmental anthropology class, eager to learn and listen.
But little did I know I wasn’t merely listening… soon I’d be giving.
A blog was my format, and the world was my subject
as I struggled to discover my certain passion’s direct.
I wanted my project to have a hypothesis, nice and neat,
So I could wrap it up tight, finished, complete.
And then proclaim to the world, look what I’ve made!
I’ve read this, wrote that, it’s been a grand parade.
I wanted to blog about what made people care,
What made them love. And I wanted to share
Their various biographies,
In an attempt for climate change to become closer to reality.
But, my story is that I learned and realized much more.
And that nice and neat finishes are actually a bore.
For I want my story to continue forever,
I want learning to cease from my life never.
I heard stories, seen stories, read stories, and I’ve decided to try
To make this blog my own story, a story of mine.
I learned of a man who planted an entire forest.
I learned of the anthropocene, that we humans are geological forces.
I learned of Roy Scranton, and that accepting death,
Is the only way to fully love, having no regrets.
I’ve learned about perspectives, diverse world spectacles.
Tim Ingold has shown me the global, the spherical.
I Learned nature and culture are entwined,
Completely connected, no difference,
Equality in all types of life I find.
I learned about barriers, incredibly specific
Showing climate change doubt is not really scientific,
But drawn, out of fear for ideological harm,
That will alter all we’ve known in a huge angry thunderstorm.
I’ve had to answer the question: What change does the world need that only I can make?
What can I do, for good, for bettering Earth’s sake?
I learned about how conservation isn’t enough.
That science and politics separate isn’t enough.
I realized and saw these far reaching dichotomies,
between people groups, cultures, and entire cities.
I look at my peers, and how much they’ve learned
And I know this is why I’m here, I can not back turn.
I’ve fallen in love with my classmates projects,
About bugs, oceans, islands, and bees.
About thinking, hunting, discovering and cloned genes.
My story is that I admire the people around me.
I believe in them so much, and it truly astounds me,
When I see this hope here in the middle of Kansas,
I feel we can do this, what is stopping us?
Maybe what’s stopping us is society?
Or cultural emotion, trying to convince you and me
That what’s stopping us is fear, apathy or hesitation.
What could be stopping us is frustration,
Or fear of not meeting expectation,
Because we are a social institution, and work not in isolation.
I’ve learned about numerous conflicts, disasters and terrors.
Many, many times I’ve been wrong, depressed, and full of horrors.
When I read about Bhopal, please burry my heart.
I’m left shocked, shaking, and sick, difficult to restart.
But yet I look at my professor, my classmates, and their projects.
We’ve all fallen into the pit, we’ve all wanted to give up.
Yet we haven’t. We’re passionate; we are composionatlists.
(Tastefully Bruno Latour calls it)
That’s what we all have common in I believe,
We are all passionate about something to a certain degree.
This world may seem like a mess, but messes can be cleaned.
And I believe that by dwelling, and seeing, love will create stories.
And those stories will spread farther than eyes can see.
So what change does world need that only I can make?
What can I change that will last longer than my very time frame?
For change seem larger than individual, and its actually completely inseparable.
From the bigger part of a social level.
So in order to change, we must become aware I realized;
Aware of our very own “dwelling potential”.
I’ve realized that change requires confidence. Self acceptance.
And I found myself with a goal, a direction, now slightly different.
I’m learning in my project loving yourself is tough. But if you yet haven’t learned to love you, you need too.
Because you being you is enough.
My life I’m growing into has graciously given me a seed
This seed, I realized, is just what the Earth needs.
Love is the seed I’ve been given to plant.
Love is my project, my quest, my new personal stance.
I realized its through love that these barriers can crumble
Its through love, I believe, humanity will humble
Itself. Beginning to believe and see love, as Bruno Latour describes,
As a path for us to entangle, integrate and compromise.
Love, passion, and personal growth
Is what I believe is the climate change antidote.
My project has become a place for people to see
That love has been given to us all,
And love we can to spread, no matter our previous fall.
I believe in dwelling, loving, and story-telling.
This is no longer about finding who cares,
This about showing others their potential to care.
My story is not about finishing, with a nice neat little box
It’s about further, thickening, and expanding my plot.
My story is this:
I’ve learned about love, more than I could ever imagine
And from it ideas have been born, even a loving locally challenge.
I believe solutions are possible by pursuing to use love.
Because it’s a glorious gift we’ve been given from above.
My story is this:
Thank you for watching, listening, reading, and joining me thus far on my journey. Go out and love our world a little more today!