The Absurdity Of Word...

Sharp intake of breath as I pass
the Sunday worshippers, with
their spotless dogs roaming at
their freshly shined hews.
Or maybe not.

Won't be long now till I’m
home drying the mutts with
their own howl this time,
listening to the blues.
it’s all I got.

The hills I’ve walked upon today
won't ever produce the rivers of
Babylon, but they stretch five
hundred miles in dreams alone.
I do give it little thought.

There’s more to be gleaned up there
than in all the temples, churches, or
triangulated square halls of destiny,
even shades a smart phone.
This can’t be bought.

Time alone won't bring us the
answers that we seek, after all
we educate but never seem to
learn from our history.
Our greed will not diminish.

Perhaps if we stopped looking
skywards, seeing the true worth of
a planet unique, we’d understand
It’s majestic mystery.
The prophet of profit may finish.

A sea change must begin in mountain
rivers, touching village, town and city
as it flows, inspiring confidence of
voice while every species grows.
It's there under your nose.