(An Original piece written for ICOLLECT-Thrift) Just thought I should add it to the collection.
We met at the Two Oceans Aquarium.
She wore a
thrifted black tank top,
denim shorts
and flip flops.
Her hair short,
ears pierced
and exposed legs inked.
I have never met
anyone as beautiful
as she was.
I wore a vest top,
recycled fabric skirt
and platform sketchers.
I saw similar faces,
young faces
of the coming
Winnie Mandelas,
the Oprah Winfreys,
Mama Obamas.
I saw
the next generation
of marine biologist,
the environmentalists,
the zoologists.
As we walked ,
passing the fish tanks,
diving with the sharks.
I wondered
what affect can one person
have in the conservation
of the planet.
We went to watch the sea turtles hatch.
The excited grey runner,
climbed the
what felt like mountains
made of sand
and raced to the ocean.
This young turtle
pacing into a world
of drowning waves.
The magic,
the uncertainties .
questioning,
will it make it to see
it's thirties?
She cried,
looked at me
and said,
"one day the sea turtle
will return
come lay her eggs
where she was born.
right here,
where we are."
I still wondered
what affect can one person
have in the conservation
of the planet.
How many of us will it take
to conserve
these magical moments.
I later remembered,
the ones before me,
the faces of those young girls.
The empowerment
in their eyes.
This was not
a one person job,
it has never been.
There were thousands
of us,
fighting to heal the world.
Everyday.
Every single day.
I smiled because i knew...
In good hands mother earth is,
with her girls.
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