What if we lived in consecutive generations
and swung through time hand to hand
our souls renewing on the wheel of fate
What if our ancestors
from long ago were us—not just
ancestors, but ourselves?
What if our descendents in the future will be us?
Would it change us, knowing that?
Would it end our callousness and
waste if it were for ourselves—
for us as individuals—for whom
we preserve the future?
We found fire for ourselves,
we made the printed word.
Could we cure cancer and AIDS and
take care of the world?
Would we understand each other,
race, religion, disability,
because we lived that life too?