Teetering on the Precipice

The wind blows and bitter truths float on the gale

The biting cold chills to the bone as if the point somehow needs further clarification…

And here we are… frozen in this moment of what is, what isn’t, and what may or may not ever be.

Pivotal, unprecedented, terrifying.

Is this how our democracy dies?

I certainly hope not!

1-25-22

Impending Reckoning

Impending Reckoning

As I drive past the once lush landscape

still smoldering…

An eerie silence fills the air, and I am

again reminded that our grasp on control

is tenuous at best.

The earth lives, breathes, and she’s angry…

at our continual assaults on the plentitude

she affords us.

Like a loving parent, stern, but kind,

she sends urgent, painful warnings

that our behavior needs to change.

Like the willful, stubborn children we are,

we fail to listen…instead we push and

exceed her boundaries with record speed.

There are even those among us

who in the pursuit of money and power,

have had the audacity to alter her sacred seeds.

As if they could somehow do better than

nature intended!?

Her patience is waning,

and time is running out.

Would that we become enlightened

before she loses her temper;

or maybe… that’s just what we deserve!?