Here’s a little poetic sidetrack for your day.
Remember to send me your stuff and I’ll enter it into the running for The Beautiful Stuff’s poetry anthology due out Fall of 2019.
Count you now,
The minutes and hours of indiscretion against civility.
The innumerable times the heart wandered far into the woods
Captivated by the sounds and sights
Of a universe untouched
Count the ways
You failed to be the raging commercial machine
Felling the bounty of a sphere so generous
Count the ways you threw off the endless hunger
And returned to the beast that made you
The first beast, the wild.
Count it down
The moments we have left her
She fades against the nuclear brilliance of human greed.
Soon to be lost
Only remembered in poems and pictures
Of vagabond souls who understood their own hearts
Count you the ways we miscarried
Crowned champions of the self-destructive species award
Annihilating our gifts as toddlers in a tantrum
Always wanting more
Always seeking to control, to own
It sickens the heart
It drops guilted weight onto the body and cannot be shed
The wrecked and torn pieces left those to come.
Count the beauty lost
The moments yet found
Ephemeral and far between
Fill your heart with them
Spur the fight.
Remember, you upright beast
Rabid and teeth-bearing
Mere genes shy from clamoring in trees
Defend your home.