Wendy Burk.
"Science is a muscle waiting for small alterations, not big.
A human on the walkway as invisible as a callus.
So that might be you piloting your wheelchair down the hill
toward me.
Space traveler, heart in the heart,
body in the body of the biosphere.
Translation.
Duet of the life of water and earth, flowing into rhizomes.
Translation.
Roots, we all have them.
Ashes, ashes, ocean."
Wendy Burk.