I have been lucky enough
to walk the woods.
once, twice, three times, again.
never once the same
as the time before;
a world that so many
will never see.
I have been lucky enough
to walk the mountains.
once, twice, three times, again.
every time the same
as the time before;
a world that will fall
as oceans rise.
I have been lucky enough
to walk the shores.
once, twice, three times, again,
every minute changing,
shifting under my feet;
a world that will vanish
with every fall of rain.
I have been lucky enough
to live, to breathe, to drink.
I have been lucky enough
to eat, to walk, to watch.
But I am not lucky enough
to escape melting permafrost
and the methane beneath.
I am not lucky enough
to escape 1.6 million cans
for every five minutes.
I am not lucky enough
to get by with just recycling
and turning off the lights.
It is not enough
to sit by and hope that
something will change.
I am the change.
I have to be.
Because otherwise,
nobody else will be lucky enough
to see the world
as it was.