Once We Were Few

By Billie Daddario

Once we were few

Standing around crackling fires ,

Hunting and gathering

Just a few inches beneath

Our touch.

Now we are teeming

With poets and soldiers

With politicians and philosophers.

Crowded together

Our hearts beating

Overheard.

By scientists and teachers.

Over heard by strangers and loved ones alike

There is no silence, only heart beats.

And quiet murmurs that become louder every day.

The children of our children have no place to play

No place to run and laugh.

The lovers in cars have no place

For a tender embrace ,

no place for a private moment.

But once we were few.