Treasure

You think that this is all there is: this scrambling, climbing, dominating, acquiring, comparing. You believe the error that you are distinct, that your brothers and sisters don't matter enough to care for. You think that if you only feather your own little nest and fight for your tribe that you will be happy and safe. Well, there is something to that, but you know there is something more. You know that your borders are imagined, that you are part of and connected to the air you breathe, the water you drink, the smallest despair on the other side of the wall you have built. You know that your time and your treasure are best given away in love. That's what you get to keep when you board the train home.