Contesting or Not…
              by Odin Roark

We ponder,
natural versus man made,
marvel at technology
remembering youth’s innocence,
adult expectations.

We escape,
wondering about the earth’s conundrum.

The future unknown.

The past unchanged.

The present rife with decision…or not.

We walk,
trails beneath our feet,
birds above our head,
flowers blanketing the tundra,
Wildlife taking up our photographic lens,
huts for resting.

We run,
timeshare development at our heels,
everyone wishing to live beyond,
never knowing long term costs,
the kind slowly absorbing our oxygen,
consumption’s methodical genius.

We bolt,
At futures filled with confusion,
the speculative imperative of progress,
moving with the flow,
or risk being left behind.

“We’ve arrived!”

Huh?