Almost inarticulate against visions of armageddon
too unreal these views emerging from behind
the everyday facades of stability and order
Patterns forming nets across our family photographs
everyday images fading to ghostly translucence
my eyes water looking at trees and children
This deep feeling that we're in danger of loosing so much
and still we ride to work thru the morning sunlight
coffee'd and pressed clothes and all unimpressed
Unimpressed by Lebanon or Central America or starvation
Unimpressed by our growing genetic and ecological ruin
or the future that all our inattention is building
for the innocent eyes of those children we spawn and so love
Plastic and possessions, positions and titles, addresses and markets
these define our tangible realities, blind us to deeper stories
Deeper patterns forming so slowly that we miss them across generations
like children who's attentions spans are too short
to appreciate the calculus our blind progress has created
but nature and karmic reality have never waited
on the conceit of the affected or the responsible
for permission to play out the wheel of causality
gallagher
25 oct 83
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —