Anima Mundi
How intimate this relationship,
Life and death in such close union,
Like rain and drought
Whale and shark,
Dog and cat,
So many epiphanies to live.
Might there be a symbiotic unknown
Arriving soon to offer reason as arbitrator for fear and illogic,
To make beaches places to view from a distance
To embrace one of Nature’s healing means,
The ocean waves and driftwood relationship
Pebbles and shells abiding each other,
Fish and sea plants in harmony.
Just as humans have the capability to comprehend deaths finality,
Even as they challenge science and leadership that truly thinks,
The avoiding of knee-jerk temptation might be the relationship in waiting,
Returning us to the principals of Neanderthal practicality,
Lest we send each other out
To that silent invisible slaughterhouse
Where sentient courage caves to
The lessor strength of ignorance and denial.
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But as our world population edges closer to a natural biological, "die off," so many seem unable to comprehend what is happening. They live in an ignorant present where doing whatever society is doing is okay. A kind of ultimate "freedom," like going to the beach even though it may be dangerous.
But those of us, like you in this poem, and Albert Camus and his prophetic The Plague, and Paul Ehrlich warned in The Population Bomb, there may come along a virus that will kill 70% of those infected. Similar to Ebola and the plagues of the Middle Ages.
The beaches will be wiped clear of human encroachment then.
Ron