Larry Kilham Blog
The water lilies are floating on a placid pond
while the busy biosphere churns below
and the bewildering human world lurks beyond.
The lily pads happily absorb the sunlight
into their myriad living cells
and they offer rest when dragonflies alight.
Why can’t we be like the water lilies
floating along through the universe of life
leaving the environment free of strife.
(c) 2019 Larry Kilham
We have consumed and spent
and now we are moths to the flame.
When opportunities receded
and there was no better way
our pride flickered and faded
and our dreams flew away.
Our elders spoke of our faith
in common ideals and a higher being
to assure our strength anew.
Adversity was our challenge
and progress pulled us through.
Now we can speak of starting again
in a beckoning faraway land
not on another planet
but as leaves of grass
in a temperate place
far from the political morass.
If I return to the human hive
and absorb the synthetic surround,
I’ll miss nature’s creatures at play
and you’ll hear me cry
for our dreams that flew away.
© 2019 Larry Kilham
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I saw a robot in the garden today.
It asked me to come and play.
But I thought that was a ruse
because its battery needed juice.
So I asked,
Do the birds need feed
or is there anything else they need?
And it replied,
No, just bring the charger
so I can stay here longer.
And I asked,
What about the plants and flowers?
and it replied,
I’ve been weeding those for many hours.
I pressed on,
What about the beans and tomatoes
corn, squash, and potatoes?
Then the robot made bold to say,
Come to the garden and bring a sack
and I’ll show you how to harvest the veggies
and bring them back!
(c) Larry Kilham 2019
We walked the desert in our land.
We saw shards and wrecks
scattered in the sand.
Not broken pots or pillars of stone,
but defunct computers and pieces of bone.
And we asked:
Can all our creations be saved from becoming dust?
Can there be resurrection from the scrapyards of rust?
Then we won’t need to colonize space -
there will be magic here for the human race.
And then we saw
the children running by
chasing a butterfly
and looking at the flowers of spring
and saying, “There’s beauty in everything.”
© 2019 Larry Kilham
See more of my poetry here.
We should all take time off to reflect and relax, preferably in a nature setting if possible. It works for me:
I wander in the woods
on a path to somewhere distant.
I stop where I can pause to wonder
in the serenity of the mute forest.
I view a far-off place through the trees
and create a new place for my mind
to float in relaxation and mysteries
and return home refreshed.
© 2019 Larry Kilham
Walking in the the wild can lead to unexpected encounters. Consider what actually happened to me recently:
I saw two coyotes crossing a snowy field.
They stopped and looked at me
and seemed to say, “No problem.”
I banged my ski poles together
but they didn’t stir.
After they trotted on,
I skied towards their starting place
in a grove of cottonwoods.
On the way in the snow
I saw the tracks of two rabbits.
Was an owl watching this drama,
or even a hawk high above peering down?
They guard their presence
and thoughts with silence.
A couple appeared on skis.
“Did you see anything?” the man asked.
The coyotes were gone,
and words failed me.
More of my poetry is here.
(c) 2018 Larry Kilham
It seems like there will always be a dichotomy between the efficiency and comfort of the city and the naturalness and beauty of the wilderness. We can't bring billions of city dwellers with their urban technology to the wilderness. While everyone should be at one with nature, they never will.
Thinking of this during a walk in the woods, I wrote:
The raven glides overhead, calling.
Not a creature stirs.
I wait in the forest solitude.
Suddenly I hear “chickadee-dee-dee.”
Life is stirring.
The frost melts in the warm sun.
The squirrels start chattering
the hummingbirds are darting
and the bees are buzzing.
But I must move on.
I’ve arrive in a jumble of noise
in the urban forest.
Does it invade your mind?
Or soften your fear of missing out?
Clatter, clatter, life is stirring!
The city is the enveloping hive
for the bee-like people
who come and go
gazing at their phones
far from the field and forest
Consuming ever more,
we can’t turn back.
We grasp for solutions
as populations struggle ever more
and the raven glides overhead, calling.
© 2018 Larry Kilham
To see all my poems go to my poetry page.
Larry Kilham is a Sloan School of Management graduate from MIT, received three patents, and has founded two high-tech companies. Many of his product designs required innovative use of computers, and as early as the 1960s he was researching artificial intelligence (AI).