Sticks picked up along the path
are lined up on a slight incline,
in a fashion that might make
Andy Goldsworthy proud, then
left to let nature take its course.
Weeks go by, and the same path
leads to the familiar incline,
where the masterpiece still speaks out.
Weathered just enough to give a patina
adding luster to its settling grace.
I walk on intrigued by the wonder of life,
nature and possibilities while thinking of
the chaos and disrespect we witness,
wherever we are or would go to on this planet.
Order seems to come so easily to
the simple things about us,
where egos and power-seeking
do not come into play.
Around the globe, we witness nomadic peacefulness,
sanity among the aborigines who follow
a simple code honoring personal growth and
thankfulness for the earth’s gifts,
then to another place where genocide is prevalent or
dictators control the movements of their citizens,
many places where ideology requires the killing of infidels.
Peaceful coexistence is not easily found on this earth and
when you look at the cosmos and see
that we are less than an insignificant speck
you wonder how great minds over time
have not stepped up and put an end to
the horrible waste of humanity and instead
find a path where sticks could be picked up,
then lined up on an incline in such a way
that a calming spirit came over all of man and
the feeling of hope, love and peace prevailed.
Then, although a small sphere,
we would radiate golden light
throughout the universe.
Stanski
March 21, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 