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The migrating birds wheel in the sky
Where are they headed? Or have they arrived? They follow nature’s primal drive. Closer to home, the yard birds are free and hop about with impunity. They have lost the call of the wild – each is now civilization’s child. Now as Earth shifts and warms all birds must sense the alarms. The dodo birds are now extinct - scary because all species are linked. I hear the migrating birds take wing and the innocent songbirds sing while we humans search for eternal spring. ©2019 Larry Kilham  I climb the mountain
to see the far horizons. I see the hawks circling below and imagine human dramas in the valleys. The air is crisp and clear but my eyes are dimmed. There is an upwelling inside me and what I see is a totality of me. © 2019 Larry Kilham The eagle circled over land and sea.
Cried he: “Earth belongs to no one – Not even me.” The people said, “But Earth is ours and we create technology.” But cocooned in the digital matrix their freedom slipped away while the eagle circled free. We should dream to soar like the eagle so we can swoop and cry with glee taking flights of our imagination as far as we can see. © 2019 Larry Kilham I am starting new with spring
listening to the arriving birds sing. The last of the snow meanders in streams revealed by their trickles and gleams They flow among the budding willows but so far there are no minnows. A busy little bird is building a nest so I’ll move on for a place to rest. Under the apple tree with its first bloom that’s where I will dispel my winter gloom. © 2019 Larry Kilham 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  Chickadee, chickadee
flicking glances at me. Chickadee, dee, dee you flit carefree On the coldest day you’re out to play. or at least to eat my seeds so sweet. © 2019 Larry Kilham It is the best of times. It is the worst of times. Mankind is the great creator. Mankind is the great destroyer. Life is an adventure And we’re losing our way. Our eyes are dimmed and the digital torrent flows all day. We walk the desert in our land. We see shards and wrecks scattered in the sand. Not broken pots or pillars of stone, but defunct computers and pieces of bone. But look! There’s a mirage of a sylvan land where we can see a leafy glade beckoning us for its cooling shade. What life has settled there? I hear no sounds from here. There must be flowers and birds and certainly nothing to fear. This will be our place of wonder and beauty where the unplanned is the norm; where we can escape the media storms, and enjoy ourselves alone. Then we hear a voice from the trees “I am the spirit of Chief Seattle. Listen to me, please: The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.” This proud native of over a century past fears our dice are nearly cast. Our earth is our mother and surely we will take care of her. But our dreams exceed our logic and we will need some magic. People will reach out to find a new common destiny; they are the renewed tribes and nations. Their hopes and dreams will kindle new civilizations, and their imaginations will foster useful creations. Can all our knowledge be saved from becoming dust? Can there be a common mind of the digital cosmos? Then we won’t need to colonize space, There will be magic here for the whole human race. The robots will run through the sylvan glade observed by creatures lurking in the shade. The humans will be talking to everyone. The humans and robots and creatures will be as one. And the children will run by chasing a butterfly. They’ll look at the flowers of spring and say, “There’s such a thing as everything.” © 2019 Larry Kilham Life is an adventure
and we’re losing our way. Our eyes are dimmed and the digital images stream all day We live computerized lives and imagination withers away. Society will live in digital hives except for the free thinkers trying another way. Is nature still mysterious? Do her sights, smells, and sounds still delight and make us curious? Imagination gives flights of mind-- Can truth be far behind? © 2018 Larry Kilham  Oh fox! Far from the fray!
What are you doing on our deck today? This furry creature was curled up and dozing-- nose in his tail and snugly reposing. Why snooze here? Doesn’t he have instinctive fear? Maybe had too much for lunch with all our mice to crunch. I waited a while and he stirred with a smile to be friends I hoped but off to his foxhole he loped. © 2018 Larry Kilham The tawny cat stalks and searches,
but often on a cliff waits and watches. He’s a coiled spring on his haunches. I pass below in the bright new snow and there I see his paw marks in a row. He’s above, somehow I know, and we are silent in our respect. © 2018 Larry Kilham |
Larry KilhamLarry Kilham is a Sloan School of Management graduate from MIT, received three patents, and has founded two high-tech companies. He comes from a family with strong interests in nature and explores how high-tech humankind can thrive symbiotically with nature. His poetry is a promising approach and has been well-received. Categories
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