This Still

It doesn’t have to do anything
And it barely does, the world itself,
Alone, in most places, most moments

On Earth. Become your own wildlife cam,
Your awareness the unedited
Hours in which most life does nothing much

And the nonliving air even less,
Maybe wanders around now and then.
Train your senses on wind, trees, and stones.

Try not to obsess over sighting
Some fascinating activity—
Rare creatures, seldom seen behaviors.

Be the cam that simply films live feed
Of how dull a planet this still is.