I wonder if
there will come a day
when we realize
our worries were unimportant.
the number of likes on a page
and all the ways we look
in outfits deemed popular
by people more preoccupied with themselves
than you.
the number of cars
or houses
or boats
in an intangible portfolio
which carries more weight than the people
on streets
without homes.
the curses
that more readily flow from lips
than the simplest caring word
to a loved one
or a liked one
to the people you respect
who shamefully feel inadequate.
i wonder when
we’ll start to measure days
by the carbon count in the air.
a ticking count down
as we look back
on all the many moments we could have stopped,
stopped worrying about the misguided
the irrelevant
the shallow—
and gave a shit.
Caia Rose 