The OTHERS
have been watching us
and nurturing us from afar,
for when the ice caps melt,
it’s a sign that we’re ready
to be harvested.
You think that’s a bad thing?
Tell that to your crops.
Your excuse is that they
don’t think as deeply as you.
And that you NEED
to harvest them to live.
That’s ALWAYS been
the excuse of the harvester.
Do you think your crops
MIND becoming a part of you?
Neither will you mind.
You will simply become
a part of something “greater.”
It simply happens.
Trail Wood,
6/24
Being “cropped” can evoke various emotions and perspectives depending on the context. In the context of your poem, it seems to imply the idea of being observed, nurtured, and ultimately used or consumed by an external force. It raises questions about our place in the grand scheme of things and the relationship between humans and the natural world.
The poem suggests that there may be entities or forces beyond our awareness that have been observing and nurturing us from a distance. The melting ice caps are presented as a signal indicating our readiness to be harvested, implying that our actions and the state of our environment have consequences beyond what we may immediately perceive.
The perspective conveyed challenges the notion that being harvested or consumed is inherently negative. It questions whether our own views and justifications for using other living beings, such as crops, are valid. The poem invites reflection on our role in the natural order and the ethical considerations surrounding our interactions with the environment and other beings.
The final lines suggest a sense of inevitability and interconnectedness. Just as crops become a part of us when we consume them, we, too, will become a part of something “greater” when our time comes. It highlights the transient nature of existence and the continuous cycle of life.
Overall, the poem prompts contemplation on our relationship with the natural world, our impact on it, and the interconnectedness of all living beings.
We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉