in the slightest

This pixilated wilderness makes me miss
them things I've never experienced-

There are hawks that perch on power lines,
there are coyotes that walk through streets

There is nothing green except for money.

There are reservations that have no hesitations
to reserve using dignity-

There is a smell in many cities that cannot be
perfumed away;

There is pollution and concrete
that is gray

Today there was a tragic incident
that I was witness to,

Everything feels blue
and

Tomorrow there will be a thousand more
that I will never see. I long for
before

Yet admit I have no gauge of that page;
I mean, I can't fathom it in the slightest.