I saw a grey heron flying beside the train as I looked out the window. What an elegant graceful bird.
We are all just so busy…I think we miss the point when we are not engaged with nature.
Grey Heron © P. Pascoe 2014
Grey heron against the grey sky
Above the field dotted with lichen covered rocks
On the outskirts of the city
Industrial zone, rubbish strewn in every corner
I can hardly breathe in the city
We are all entwined in a crisis of own making -imagined and otherwise.
We are becoming more and more immobile by the day
Distracted be silver screens of virtual rubbish
Our minds are getting smaller
Our existence more and more limited
Social interaction strained and puzzling
and just too much effort.
Gaming, the internet and toxic sugars rule.
The days of walking beside an unpolluted stream
are as familiar as the idea of walking on Mars.
World problems – a crumbling financial system being crippled by corporate business
Mass dispirited, aimless people waiting- for who knows what?
Waiting for a future we are realising by expecting the worst?
Grafitti covers the brand new fence of a new subdivision
Where couples act out in carefully measured areas a series of pre-arranged major life occasions ..
births, sicknesses, pets and death
A new church which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars will be empty most days
-then partially filled with people at times – some of whom will be hopeful it’ll bring some peace into their lives.
They could’ve found it for free, walking in the field, with the grey heron just above.
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