Saturday, December 31, 2011

Dreams of Earth

I remember the day
That it crystallized in my mind:
Wilderness, unadulterated:

Exception.


Until that day,
(Although I hadn't known)
My Little House dreams still hovered,
Jumbled around the mumbled snatch,
"Go West, Young Man,"

Behind my head.


Tragedy, I groaned,
Tragedy of adventure,
Tragedy of the Commons (Lawn).
What once was shrouded, treed
We now share with seven billion,

Mystery consumed.


And my dreams to tread the newborn skin of snow
Crunch beautifully in the ear
Only to the one who can ignore
The other six billion, 
Nine hundred ninety-nine million,
Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand,
Nine hundred ninety-nine

Dreamers.




2010