The diesel, gasoline engines rumble
From Detroit and Toyota
Filling the space between concrete and glass
Causing deafness—
A disconnect
Stealing the act.
Hearing only the opening bells
From Wall Street
While the media shouts with Yellow Headlines
and bullies threaten behind pulpits,
False prophets with
Hands out.
For a few,
Dark mornings start
With the clatter of
Deer antlers,
A mating ritual followed by the soft patter of rain
On earth and roof
Each snow flake distinct.
This opera plays below a stage of oak trees,
A forest of pine,
Ocean tide,
Arctic ice,
Grand canyons, and
Deserts sublime—
Breathing cold, hot winds through cactus, leaf and limb
Rattling melodies and
Whale song.
There is a blessed silence
In the High Sierras above ten thousand feet
Trekking along high trails,
Stopping to listen.
Buzz of insects
Wail of wolf
Yip of coyote
Purr of lion
Trembling herds running.
Rustle of wind among trees
The stage,
A backdrop of mountains and clouds
Skipping across blue skies.
At midnight, you hold your breath
Afraid what you see will melt
Soaring into the Milky Way spilling across
The dark sky—the lights of a Celestial city
Distant from hate and violence.
The forest audience celebrates
With the crescendo of thunder and lightning
Shaking the earth
Stealing oxygen.
The Conductor stands before the orchestra.
Raising His arms,
The final curtain ready to fall.
With a burst of blinding rainbow light, He
Wipes the slate clean
and starts creation a second time.
I share your disillusion, that 'fedupness' with the way we've gone. Thematically and structurally this is very fine, moving from the hateful unnatural to the natural, wanted sounds of the world, its real music,
"Buzz of insects
Wail of wolf
Yip of coyote..."
and then the (symphonic) movement upwards to the stars, what's beyond us and awaits eternal, spiritual, fulfilling. And you might well be right, a final (deserved) destruction, a wiping of the slate and a new start.
Thank you for this fine offering.
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.