Larry Kilham Blog |
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. In the beginning we came from Africa, dreaming, traversing the savanna and desert, imagining the bright light on the hill. We migrated through the heartlands of Europe, traversing the mountains and plains. We settled down, tending our animals and crops, and our learned men invented science ignited by the bright light on the hill. They gave us energy and machines, and the gods and kings were pleased. We’ve walked on the powdery moon and cured almost every ill as we followed the bright light on the hill. DNA and AI both threaten and glitter as the populations roil and simmer. and the gods and scientists began to slumber. Ever more me-people buzz in their urban hives, and curiosity and hope and imagination are dwindling. Oh! The light is wavering! The dreams are fading! And the rich become the refugees escaping to another land, and Nature will regain the upper hand. (c) 2018 Larry Kilham See all of Larry Kilham's poems on this site here. |