As the rivers dry up
and lakes become ponds we are finding things we never thought we would see. An old warship in Europe, dinosaur footprints, cars and, sadly, the bones of some. We stop momentarily to marvel at these discoveries, then withdraw to our homes where we hope we can escape the heat, our air conditioners working overtime, the power plants strained. Yet we never stop to think that the day may be too soon coming when it will be our bones littering the landscape, victims of our own abuse of the planet we thought that we held dominion over.
First published in
. The Poet. 2023. OUR CHANGING EARTH: Vol.1
ecology, Nature, Photography, psychology, Time, Uncategorized, weather
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There are three of them
and they walk slowly along the side of the road, proud yes, but are they old men who see no need to hurry, or self-assumed royalty who dare not.
Nor is it clear if they are the same
group who gathered outside the ornate gateway into PGA Village two weeks ago, perhaps tired of the endless greens fees to walk around.
We pause to watch them, wondering
if they are merely out for a stroll on a pleasant spring day, or if they are en route to Bed, Bath and Beyond for the clearance sale.
They ignore us, as they are wont
to do, lost in their own world, we simply part of the landscape, for that is how things are in the land of the Sandhill Cranes.
birds, Family, Florida, Humor, Nature, Poem, Time, Travel
Bed Bath and Beyond, clearance, Florida, hurry, landscape, Port St. Lucie, road, sale, Sandhill Crane, stroll
The first Jew on Mars
sifts the red sands through gloved fingers
and kicks the small stone,
glares up at the heavens
the cold sun returning his stare
and waits patiently
for the rain of manna.
looks vacantly across the landscape
and curses under his breath
at the absence of a good
lean pastrami and a half sour,
or even Chinese take out.
pauses to wonder why God
left so much unfinished,
an endless desert to be wandered
for countless lifetimes,
no further tablets forthcoming —
perhaps He was tired, needed rest —
each day is Sabbath.
struggles to remember
the smoke rising from the chimneys,
the souls of a generation
whispering “do not forget us.”
shouts the Shema
to the void, imagining
it is falling on deaf ears.
First appeared in The Right to Depart, Plainview Press, (2008).
Bible, Dream, God, Jewish, Photography, Physics, Poem, Science, Uncategorized
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