tales told from cold fires, a poem

THE POET BY DAY

img_2466surfacing from mother-sea, we came ~
we came shape-shifting and sighing,
living before the prescient moon and
under the life-giving sun, we climbed
mountains and marched into valleys,
short-lived, we camped by the riverside
or slept in caves, we cleared wooded
lands and built cities where we grew
civilized and sophisticated and forgot
our rootedness in the archives of heaven,
our shared destiny with the earth, we
forsook our history and the stars and
invented math, maps and compasses,
governments, borders and ownership,
we built great ships to sail the oceans,
to drum across the sky and away to outer
realms and other planets, we mislaid our
true stories and in loneliness we sucked
in prefabricated values streamed from
cold fires, they magnified our insecurities,
until we confused wants and needs and
hungered for the sake of their greed

“Our crown has already been bought and paid for. All we have to do is wear it”…

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