Category Five
It is both what you say
and how you say it,
marbles falling heavily
from your mouth hitting
the floor and shattering,
each word a moth made
of steel.
It is the way you clench your
fists, break only things that
belong to me,
and the way you move,
direct, calculated,
like the eye of
a hurricane before striking.
©2000Beverly Sweet/Scheidt
Sitting in my storm shelter, I wonder if we’ve lost sight that we are part of nature or if self-importance has only inflated our sense of superiority. The fact that anyone these days, take me, for example, can sit in front of an innocuous computer, and between sips of coffee, (or from a storm shelter), espouse a litany of personal beliefs, emphasizes the dilemma of having more venues to share than actual facts to present.
Now, enter: personal experience and bias, we all have it to one degree or another. Next, enter, (take cover), politics and religion, two devilish,( pardon the pun), components in an emerging super storm.
I wish I would, (not could), walk the explicit way of my own words, and see myself as an equal to ants and spiders. But I am an animal that steps on those I categorize as creepy bugs when they invade my space, apologizing even as their guts squirt around my shoe. I say I wish I would, not I wish I could, because certainly I could if I’d a mind to. But I don’t; my bias, my perspective, my pick and choose variety of practical wisdom leaves its imprint across every hour of every day in my little world. And while I may shake in horror as I do the things I do, I continue to opt to do them.
Today is June first. 2013. Dawn of the new age. (Cough, gag, choke.) In fact, today is the first day after yesterday and the day before tomorrow. I don’t know about you, but not too much changed overnight at my house. The weather outside is still raging. It’s the great mirror to what’s going on with people all over the planet. It’s the duck legs below the waterline struggling while the swan only appears to glide.
The earth is a seed perpetuating new seeds, or maybe it’s only a dog.
We, on the other hand, retro-evolving parasitic life-forms, seem to be moving backward in thought, rather than fast-forward; hence the emergence of a super race of resource exploiters bashing our way across mother/planet/seed/dog earth.
Yes, of course, we have our holy women and wild men roaming the forest primeval prophesizing and recording, but mostly their numbers are dwarfed by frightening numbers of consumer/ticks sucking the blood directly from the foundation they’ve built their homes on.
Dumb? Yeah, I think so; short-sighted, for sure. But are we, or let me make this more personal, am I save-able? While the jury is still out on that one, the signs are imminently clear. We’ve reached the limit on ignorant bliss…it is time to wake up, to come to the storm shelter and sit peacefully in the company of ants and spiders. To ask ourselves the question: are we living a sustainable lifestyle: emotionally, spiritually, financially, physically and of course, environmentally. And most certainly, it is time to take notice of what nature is saying, time to listen up as she does her best impression of a dog driven to the cusp of madness by colonies of ticks, and to take action, positive action, to help ensure we survive on the back of this great dog that has begun the process of shaking her problems loose.
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