Dharma Mice
The little woodland creatures in our homes
All scurry here and there to make their keep
We scurry too, more fanciful our ways
Yet scurry nonetheless from rise till sleep
Our trail of crumbs and refuse fills the earth
And washes on the shores of distant lands
A legacy of chicken bones we leave
The Anthropocene’s plastic we bequeath
First do no harm: Let us ahimsa keep.
The less we take, the less we do, is well
To think about the impact of our steps
And mindful of the others who here dwell
To walk lightly, though wander we apace
To trust that all is ever in its place