elements

I feel small.
there are breezes in the air,
and they carry long stories
of what it was like to be around
when these building blocks scattered.

what was carbon, was it
born with a desire to pollute?
did it know that it was harmful to us?
did it inherit guilt in this stage?
did it seek out sequestration in this world?
or did it say – I aspire to be diamonds.

what was oxygen, was it
birthed with a rejevenuating hue?
was it aware it would be sought after in bars?
did it yearn to be filling our lungs?
did it know how essential it’d become?
or did it say – I aspire to be water.

what was mercury, was it
thrown from that galactic womb in rejection?
was it aware it would poison acquifers?
was it spurned for its liquidity at room temperature?
did it contemplate evaporation?
or did it say – I aspire to be glimmering.

the breezes, subtlely,
have been mincing words.
the languages are so bastardised now,
what, with the yelps and screeches
of insanity that generates only after
we have lost our ways and connections.

but there is a notion there,
waiting to be listened to.
the building blocks tell us
the essentials are still, and always will be,
truth.

savour, little one,
the breezes tell me,
for the world is as complicated only
as you make it.
What we see are merely
elements.
build, build, build.