Unconscious

Unconscious, as we step onto one million minute fragments of historic
rock. The beach.
Unconscious, as we jaywalk through one million bustling bodies. Our community.
Unconscious, as we grab our lates and The Times we forget to give thanks.
Unconscious, as we virtually communicate, we've forgotten how to use
our given voice.
We stall and try to ignore the feeling that were losing our grip on
the fundamental elements of humanity. We rush even faster to work to
avoid running into that elderly neighbor who still writes letters by
hand, bakes and donates to charity. But its catching up to us, just
as the landfills begin to overflow and the ice-caps we should have
protected melt into our homes, we will be reminded. Even if its just
one person at a time, we shall overcome.