Wherever You Are, Look

Wherever you are, look out the window

(please let there be a window)—

at the sky, at something green

if you can find it;

This world can’t exist

just to grind us down,

I refuse to believe it.

And if I’m wrong, at least

let me be ground down

not by concrete and rulers—

Let me be crushed

under the weight of a mountain,

the sight of a storm

and the towering, lightning-cracked redwood.