Nearing completion,
this undeserved holy spot has housed our time together.
The Pacific Ocean looms large.
Holiness hangs in the mists.
Huge trees, not seen, but felt
Hold sacred space
This land is stolen
Goes to the highest bidder.
Native lands are allocated in the east,
close, but no cigar.
The Coastline is for capitalists
- A retreat to celebrate riches
- Measure time
- Quantify happiness
The Mermaids and octopi watch.
Justice metes out coffee.
Stones are for theft.
The Water waves ceaselessly. Roars.
Birds Dive
Sea Gulls scold.
Knees twist,
minds do too.
What is holy
Can’t be bought or sold.
Excessive meals,
good to the last bite,
gourmet food never running out.
Wrapping words around the modern experience,
Describing the psychosis of now
is a daunting task,
A sad one and thankless.
Who wants to know what lies beneath the glitter.
A hollow land full of ghosts,
A landscape of broken values.
Beautiful stones glitter in the sand.
They are not ours for the taking.
Will we ever learn?
No comments:
Post a Comment