Another poem of mine that got published last week
so far 25% of people feel nothing when they read this and 75% like it _____________________
The sun’s hanging high in the sky
and everything feels the warmth of that statement
even we who walk in the shadows of skyscrapers;
man’s impuissance in front of Nature
is a terrible and dear commodity.
It’s the missing element in the story of Eden.
Having crafted feebleness into our hands
could we really have been kicked out of that closeness?
Eden is here now sitting with us
but like the sun, we cut ourselves off
from the sight of its majesty in the distance,
having built this world on the foundation
of an imaginary separation.