We will be the change we want to see
I am squatting
I am wringing laundry with my hands
I am picking chunks of dirt from the soles of my feet
I am learning to smell the open sewer when I breathe in and
out
I am walking
I am jostling in a vikram, in a small car that must have the
air conditioning switched to off in order to make it up the Himalayan Mountain
where love calls
I am exhausted
I am exhilarated
I am joyful
I am fretting as we weave ourselves up the steep slope and
you can see where the cars have already fallen off the cliff
I am terrified when I come upon a mighty pack of horses
thrown into the road that barely fits one car—
Let alone the screaming families that want to test their
fate on these trails that have seen no rain yet— not me
I am sore
I am flexible
I am sleepless and full of thoughts; I need a vacation from
my mind
This landscape that changes when I turn the corner now, the
next moment and the moment after that, this landscape is heavy and full and I
feel that way—
Pregnant, ready to give birth
To ideas and poems and thoughts and love for those that come
to share the same dust and dirt—
For a day, a week or months at a time—
One man who will live like a baba
I have found the nomadic family from which I once sprung
We walked and walked looking for a place to set camp
We the family
The agents of change
Aged and ageless are we
Tireless and tired
Policy makers, activists, farmers, and worker bees
We will be the change we want to see
Andrea Cadwell MA, MSc is a consultant for non- profits and NGO's worldwide. She focuses on sustainable economic development and resiliency in addition to policy development and implementation.
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