The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
One reply on “A Personal Stake”
As long as capitalism is accepted as a righteous way to live, as a solid foundation for “civilized society,” we will continue to gobble up earth’s resources, convert them to poisons, and spew them back out into the air. Human beings are nothing other than a cancer, ravenously devouring its host, with no predators to stop its destruction. Whoever thinks that human kind is God’s final piece of work was devilishly deceived. And as long as human kind thinks they were that final piece of creation they will continue to do what they’ve always done. It’s a despairing and desolate view, tempered only by communing with nature, where one can still find it, and sharing love and compassion with those who still recognize it, and clinging to a determination to leave only bare footprints behind.