Wayfaring

Ecological Wanderings boggle the mind, But inspire new hope. On the boundary, We mingle with new species, Those yet to be born. Our patience is tried, Wanting quick evolution. We can only wait. Our tentative steps, Venturing through the peat bogs Get mired in the muck. Real dangers are felt, Earthly forces pull us down. But we must still move. "We should not be here!", We protest in the moonlight. Still, life excites us. On the margins here, We are all wayfaring now Searching for answers.