Perfect Timing
Harmony, technique
beauty, grace – Team Pelican
captures fishing gold
Harmony, technique
beauty, grace – Team Pelican
captures fishing gold
Into the bodies of birds
into the wings of butterflies
into amphibian membranes
into water that should be life-sustaining
leaches our chemical legacy
fruit of our need for perfection
for the manicured landscape
fruit of our impatience
for bigger and quicker yields,
with the natural cycle of growth
fruit of a telescopic vision
which sees man in the sight
and loses all in narrow focus.
We thought we had survived,
through the sacrifices of earlier generations,
two world wars and profound human loss.
We thought we had conquered
the frontiers of medicine and biology.
We thought peace, health, and good living
were our birthright.
Now we find,
an inkling dawns,
that far from having
the luxury of being selfish,
we face the ultimate challenge,
must make the biggest adjustments,
must alter fundamentally existing ways
of seeing, thinking, feeling, and wanting,
so that not only our children,
not only our nation and civilization,
but our planet and children’s children
may survive and thrive
their destinies linked
their well-being entwined
now and for all human time.
I wish these puppies
would grow up and not pull;
I wish there weren’t so much poop
to clean up in the backyard;
I wish the dogs weren’t along
so I could hike in the national park.
Each one
in the same thought undone;
a nanosecond to rue –
they still came true.
I want to play
in doggie heaven
but wonder
Who will be top dog?
Better wear earplugs
when you arrive
in doggie heaven
I’m going straight
to doggie heaven
Red moon sinking
through layered clouds
moonlings watch in wonder
Lost CanyonOld pathways through canyon bottom
erased by wind and sand
overgrown by time’s twisting brambles
dry stream bed empty of human prints
lost canyon winds its way
into the past heart of youth
Subdued blue sky
ponders a change
from winter to new spring
Spirit hovers
over lonely canyons
in dearly beloved country
Pity the dog
of René Descartes.
Spoke no French
and thus had no heart.
No thoughts, feelings
or wants had he,
mechanistic brain in poor body.
Descartes
was the world’s
least observant
dog owner.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_rights#1641:_Descartes
http://science.jrank.org/pages/7246/Vivisection-An-ancient-history.html
Alligator skin spine of the earth
mountain fastness covered in white
bathed in blue-rose glow
irregular teeth vie with valleys
winding rivers of unknown flow
relief fades into evening
heights blend into depths
blue horizon disappears
over the edge of sight.
Darkest blue lace
color of the night sky
purple clouds parted
by a hint of moon rising
fill the void behind the eyes
weighted warmth
of acupuncture visions
delights inner sight