Vortices

We understand the theory, but still, 

throughout our lives, chaos

continues to surprise:

we do not expect

the unexpected,

no matter how

much we 

prepare.

We place our trust in

ponzi schemes, time

and time again,

expecting

results to

change.

We give our hearts freely,

to those we barely know,

and seek, in return,

unconditional

love, and

happiness

ever

after.

We support politicians, who

promise the world, while

hiding their wealth

in tax havens, not

available for me,

or for 

you.

We are swayed by propaganda,

fake news, slander, and 

the opinions of others,

while truth seems

elusive to 

us all.

We continue to worship gods that we

have never seen, and revere those

who speak for the phantoms.

We choose a promise

of heaven tomorrow,

instead of 

a better 

today.

As we stumble through life

we all blunder, falling

thrall to each vortex

that grabs, yet

emerge, sick,

exhausted, to

engage in 

our struggle

again

A Strangeness in the Woods

There was a strangeness in the woods today,
a sense of something ancient.
The beagle cocked his head,
and listened intently.
A solitary crow cried cadenced caws,
as though marking the passage
of the different and unknown.
The old man listened, wondering,
but reserved judgement,
pending further thought.

There was a strangeness in the woods today,
as though some ancient zeitgeist 
had awakened, disturbed
by environmental devastation,
or Gaia’s cry for help.
The crow departed, leaving a quietude
that echoed with the silence
of a vanished verdant planet.
The old man and his beagle walked home,
the stillness a requiem for a better world.