When the World is Our Garbage Can: A Poem

This poem was inspired by an actual event I witnessed the other day.

“When the World is Our Garbage Can”

And just as I drove by
The speeding truck,
He threw his plastic slurpy cup
Out the window
And it landed on the street, 
Red sugar chemicals gashing
Across the pavement,
Like the world was his garbage can
And would take what he gave it.

And I thought about how often
We treat the world, ourselves,
Each other,
As our garbage can,
At which we fling our
What would it be like
If we treated the whole world,
As our Beloved, our Treasure,
Our Joy,
Our Beautiful Garden to tend?
I will start today.

~Sj, 2018

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