But we’d brought our seeds
Planted our trees
Spread our grasses
Harvested the carbon
To surface the roads
To refine the fuel
To run our cars
Until
But for a few facts
Of geology
Meteorology
And astronomy
It was a world
Just like home
So I climb to highest ridge
Carrying unsubtle hope
Else bathe below in light’s deceit
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
And in this lies
A beauty plain
Where truth is told
In high relief
No shadow cast
No grey to mask
On one side white
The other black
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
But never left
My own backyard
Nor taxed my powers
Of creation
Just let Nature
Take her course
Then revel in
Her machinations
Camera and I lying
In long grass
Ants trundling
Across thighs and calves
Dragonflies
Hover and dart
Seek mosquitoes
And deer flies
No life
No green
No creatures
Scurrying
(Or so it seems)
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