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